The Self-Compassion Bill of Rights
Today, this fourth day of July, year two thousand and twelve, I, Barbara Ellen Gerth Markway, do solemnly declare these inalienable truths and freedoms for myself, and for my Self-Compassion Project friends.
We shall be:
Free to try new things without fear of failing (and if a little fear creeps in, we do it anyway).
Free to not judge ourselves harshly when we become frightened, avoid, and hide under the covers for awhile.
Free to love others with hearts wide open, even when it hurts like crazy.
Free to close down for a little while, heal, and then love all over again.
Free to carve out our own unique niche in the world, and gently quiet the voice that says we never quite fit in.
Free to experience and celebrate our bodies as wonderfully complex, mysterious, sometimes painful, sometimes pleasurable, always beautiful, and usually faithful in getting us where we need to go and doing what we need to do.
Free to honor all our thoughts and feelings as valid, and free to explore when they are useful or not useful, helpful or not helpful.
Free to non-judgmentally reflect on the past, envision the future, always as a way to inform and live in the present.
Free to tell our stories, not tell our stories, change our stories, maybe even surprise ourselves with a new story…or just drop the story and breathe.
And perhaps most liberating of all, the freedom to begin again.
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A few more photos for you…I know I said in my last post that I was going to try to do my own photography, and I still have that as a long-term plan. But this picture was too hard to get with the low lighting and all– I needed Greg’s expertise. I knew what I wanted. I could see it in my mind. I already had the glass, star-shaped candy dish and made a quick Hobby Lobby run to get the floating heart candle. We had fun working together on our deck and took about 50 pictures. The stars shone above us, fireworks exploded around us, and we even heard some cows mooing in the distance.