I am Santosa. I am that beautiful, wonderful self that resides in my very being. I am not my body. I am not my mind. I am not my abilities. I am not my mistakes. I am not my accomplishments. I am not my roles.
I nurture my self with kindness, using words of ahimsa as if I was encouraging a two-year-old, because on the inside, like rings of a tree, there is a two-year-old (along with all the other ages I have ever been) that desires to grow and desires to explore.
Growth happens best with patience and nurturing. A lone dandelion can grow through a barren crack in rocky soil, but how much more would dandelions flourish in a sunny meadow kissed by an occasional gentle rain at nightfall?
Unlearn fear. Accept love. Make peace with your past. Make peace with the future. Enjoy the present.
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