I live and I err, the chagrin opens my heart and deep emotions ensue. I am amazed at the magic of it all: I am sad and I am here with – and for my-self. My sadness is absolutely legitimate. My sadness is only a means to learn to know another part of my heart, definite and fine. And each part is as warm and loving and soothing and healing as my own palms caressing my face.
It is impossible to love another without loving oneself.