Coming to a new place of rest

I’m not sure we can truly come to a place of rest if we don’t love ourselves.

Yes, it’s a journey. And no, this isn’t about a propensity to make excuses.

Loving ourselves isn’t about putting ourselves first, ranking our worthiness, or excusing our failures.

Instead, it’s the place of honesty, reality and grace. Where we accept who we are, where we are and are open to becoming ourselves more fully.


May all that is unforgiven in you,
Be released.

May your fears yield
Their deepest tranquilities.

May all that is unlived in you,
Blossom into a future,
Graced with love.

+ John O’Donohue, from Benedictus: A Book of Blessings, Bantam Press, 2007

Let’s walk together.


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