12/03/2025
My husband said something last night as we watched the sunset that landed so deeply in me.
He told me how proud he was of the way Iāve been so present ~ how Iāll take a few photos or videos, then put my phone away and actually marinate in the moment.
That acknowledgment touched me.
It made something inside me soften⦠and open.
( maybe itās the Costa Rican air š)
Because the truth is, I donāt want to only remember āTHIS MOMENTā from my phone.
I donāt want to watch my life back like a movie, seeking a hit of dopamine or nostalgia instead of letting myself live the damn thing.
And then my mind poured openā¦
Right at the tip of your consciousness
is the present moment inviting you in.
Do you resist?
Or do you seeepppp right into it ~
into the warmth, the colors, the breath, the truth of whatās actually here?
I could write a whole sermon about how self love taught me this ~ how learning myself, loving myself, and opening to God / universe / earth / divine love has shown me what really matters.
But Iāll leave it with this:
I donāt want to be 90, looking back on my life thinking, āFuš«¶š¼k⦠I shouldāve put my phone down.ā
I shouldāve looked longer into my husbandās eyes, listened deeper to my grandmotherās stories, connected with that magical woman at the coffee shop, felt the sun melt into my skin without needing to record it.
I want to love the fušk out of myself
and love the fuš¦k out of my life ~
fully, wildly, reverently ~
in the whole spectrum of it all.
Because presence is the doorway.
Self love is the practice.
And this momentā¦
right hereā¦
is the gift.
Letās start a conversation in the commentsā¦would love to know your thoughts š