This is a subtle truth:
Whatever you love, you are.
- rumi -
The gentling of the year at autumn always brings me back to what I love, cosiness and comfort and the flourish of little cottage flowers in my garden after the long months of drought. I can finally wear soft layers and lovely big socks.
I can bring out my blankets, my candles, my teapot, and snuggle into cold starry nights to watch the inexplicable lights that flicker and dance over the ocean; i can settle into the deep peace. I don't like the word hygge, because I have an aversion to all things trendy, but I do adore the idea of it - of comfort, of homey warmth and caretaking. I think if we all prioritised these things in our lives, the world would be a nicer, gentler, more benevolent place.
And I have a theory that we aren't only what we love, but that the things we love are what our souls see the world needs, and draws us to them so we can be them, make them, give them - our love is who we should be, so the sake of everybody.
Your love is your blessing on the world. I don't mean that we should all do a job we love, because this isn't about money and the economy. I mean that if we love soft cosy blankets, we could take that and make our voices soft, make our countenance warm, wrap ourselves gently around problems, be the qualities that we love in a blanket. I mean that if we love flowers, we can be a moment of beauty and charm for other people, whether we live in a garden or in a stone cold city.
I've found that when I embrace what I truly love, rather than what I think I should love, I'm not only happier within myself but also my days become nicer, my creativity stirs more readily and more honestly, and I am better at solving problems in a way that works best for me.
What do you love best? Do you gift it to yourself, to the world? Or have you let the world tell you what you should love ... who you should be ... instead?