I have a room in my home where I paint, I write, I practice yoga, and I meditate. In this space I have surrounded myself with objects that make me feel loved. They are reminders of how rich I am in that love.
This table in a corner of that room is a perfect example of what I mean. The sculpture was given to me by someone I love because they thought of me when they saw it. The peacocks were given to me by dear friends in India when I fell in love with the peacocks outside my window that serenaded me at night. The lamp was a gift to help me stay in health. The painting was painted by me when I felt my evolution of self love expanding and needed to go onto paper and paint. The heart was painted and given to me by a friend with love. And finally the picture of the little boy and little girl is a picture of two children and their innocent pure child love and friendship who are now all grown up and very dear to my heart . This is my table of love. All very different from each other but they all give me a sense of what love is. I am lifted in that love. What are you surrounded by? How do they make you feel?