They say life is more beautiful
when you’re in love.
(and it’s true)
I’m finding it is positively breathtaking as I learn
to fall in love with myself.
Suddenly, gifts are given freely
and received with grace.
(so much grace)
The reds and yellow of life jump out
from the grey, lurking shadows to be noticed.
(beauty in the contrast)
In the act of being gloriously intimate with myself
life has become more intimate right back.
As within, so without.
Here’s some beauty I’ve seen lately:
I wore my devil yesterday and enjoyed my impishness. Such fun to be alive in this body!