A friend mused, “If we can stay in the heart, I think every day would be beautiful.”

The wonderful thing is that we are there. The heart is our natural born home. It always was and will always be so. Here is where bliss is. Bliss of the most peaceful and unassuming and abundant kind.

Your heart and mine and all hearts share a portion of the love and peace from which arose all beings, animate, inanimate, sentient or not, and to which all are always returning.

If I get out from under my own feet, if I begin to truly see the laughably illusory nature of the images of the obstacles my mind chooses to scatter on my days and nights, then the trip-hazards in my personal Heads Up Display, the disparaging self-images my mind constructs, and which lie littering my way, all, all, all evaporates before my eyes.

If I learn about who I am, from others first, from serious academic study, and then by observing my own image in these reflections, I clear my unknowing, I open my mind to believe the best of myself.

It is my unknowing which invites mental constructions to explain the unknown, and so I am inclined to measure my worth by reference to explanations derived from socially accepted norms.

As I seek stability and comfort and refuge from these unknowns, I tend to label my fears as things external to my being, and not of my own making. By directing my attention on this naming, I am turning my back on the source of peace, harmony, balance, light and love. The source is in my own heart. It’s always ready to welcome me in like a faithful and passionate lover.

My heart releases an avalanche of self-esteem and self-confidence. It colours my days with my favourite colours. It shows up on demand like my bestie with a loving smile and with a gaze no vision of an angel can match