There is a slowing down. Mind is calm, as if it were resting in a pocket of my heart. As if my heart were wearing a suit coat, and my mind was easily tucked into the breast pocket of that coat.
My body is at ease. Grounded. Rested and comfortable. Comfortable in my own skin. From that comfort, freedom. I am open, soaring. I breathe in big airy breaths that fill all the spaces of my body.
When feeling loved, I feel my femininity. I feel the softness of me.
The receptivity of me.
The flowing ease and grace of me.
Which is ultimately bigger than me.
The femininity is the goddess within. My soft, receptive, sensual self.
Being loved vs. feeling love
There is a difference between these two.
Feeling LOVE is the wide open, chest expanding full breath in — breathing in and through everything around me — and gawking at the beauty all around.
Feeling LOVED, I first turn inward — sinking down into the softness. Mind into my heart’s pocket. Body into a crystal singing bowl while it is resonating its song.
All is absolutely wonderful.
There is a definite child-like quality of feeling loved. I am being taken care of. I have a protector. I can rest.
BEING LOVED is partly about being seen fully and received unconditionally into the arms of those who love me — folded into their embrace.