How would you describe the experience of being loved? A newborn thrives in its presence. You can see it on their faces. The well loved child. It’s hard to describe. Perhaps a sort of contentment. The faint smile of satiety. Nothing missing. And in its embrace the experience of being allowed to just be who you are.
Judgements are suspended. Both good and bad. If you are distinguishing beauty, charm or whit, you are not there.
The space where negations delivered under the guise of love are felt for what they are, not heard for what they might be, and are not allowed in.
And in that space, awareness expands. Synergy is created.
Is this the space where healing happens?
Can it be that simple? As simple as….
As you wish…..