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Love is a Life Long Practice

Updated: Aug 20, 2020

For some people, LOVE just comes easily and they are in that constant state of bliss. For others, it doesn't come so naturally.

There are many dynamics within the daily practice of love. Relationships generate different types of love and varied feelings within that love. Although love is the ultimate emotion, the feelings associated with different types of relationships don't always create the same love within that dynamic.

The hardest relationship to foster and nurture is a gentle loving kindness for ourselves. We are conditioned from childhood to disconnect from our heart center and the journey back to our selves can sometimes be a difficult. For many it does not happen over night, while for others, you can have the good fortune of waking up one day and discover your soul has opened up.

Even when one gets reconnected to their authentic self, doesn't mean they will just stay in the natural state of joy. We all have an ego and it can pull one down many dark paths taking you on a prolong and arduous journey.

Self love and love for others is life long practice. We are not meant to live like hermetic monks in isolation on a top of a hill. Once you have awoken to self, there will be many different types of transitions and periods that may cause you to sleep walk through life. Be kind when you fall back asleep, the lessons of love are usually found in darkest corners of dreams. Our nightmares create the awareness that self love is needed to awaken us again.

Each day presents different situation and opportunity for us to engage in the daily practice of self love.

 
 
 

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