Love like honey.
I been thinking about sweetness. A friend told me, when I’m feeling like it can’t find me, to take a honey bath and make sure I nibble a little of it — even chewing the comb — to bring myself present to it. “Name the things you want and need; cast out all the ugly feelings.”
Last night, when I prayed, I asked for my goodness and sweetness to stick to me like honey does. I asked that I might see and know what’s mine exclusively, not grasping for it. I asked that I be guided to the stillness and peace that will allow me to receive it. I asked for people, places, and things that would (and will!) feel sweet and loving without qualification. I told myself that I can have love like honey, slow and thick, enveloping me. I do not have to starve, I do not have to chase, I will not resist my own needs. If I want it, I get to ask for it. If I need it, I get to require it and accept no less.
I am, and will be, loved intentionally. I love, and will love, intentionally. No exceptions or excuses.