How *Glow*ing Sets Us Apart: G.enuine L.ove O.ffers W.ell-being

She was playing. Inner child alive. Her long brown hair was wild. Not particulary sexy. Naturally untamed. She was wearing a simple but cute white t-shirt. Legs uncovered. Feminine touch. The t-shirt had some love notes on it. She was painting. In her kitchen. Deliciously creative. Orange colors. Her eyes were like little candles. Flames. Soul sweet. The mirror showed her imperfections. She did not mind it at all. She accepted them. Long gone were the days where she felt that she had to wear a mask. Playing a role. Mastering perfection. Trained patterns. Many lifetimes. She repeated it until the day where she opened her eyes. Completely. Light. Tunnel view left behind.

She opened the box of her childhood. She finally understood everything. As if it all followed a certain process. Divinely orchestrated. She was drawing her experiences. Slowly moving her fingers in the orange painting substance. It was sticky but it felt great to do so. She could be herself. A glorious feeling. No need to put on high heels to feel more loved. No need to put on make-up. No need to do a make-over. She was her humble self. She was in balance. She was her true self. She did not need someone else to confirm her worth. She reached self-worth happiness. As in a flash back she saw for the last time all past movie scenes where she still believed that she had to do something to be more loved. Nonsense. Of course.

She was grateful to be a woman. The mirror showed her body. That shape. Simple curved lines. Soft silk skin. Her unique scent. A human body. Elegant. Sweet. She did not have to shout it out loud anymore. Her skin was not that perfect. Just like all women's bodies. A body that was there to be. The years had left traces. She loved them. They were telling a fine story about life and love. She laughed. She achieved a lot of goals. She did. It represented nothing. Only a small drop in the ocean. Her emotions were projected on a big canvas. Awareness. Accepted. Understood. She had mastered the art of letting go. Emotional healing coming true. She created space to renew from deep within.

The more she was able to love herself, the more she got access to nature. It sent her love messages. She noticed the signs. It felt as warm rain drops giving her an abundance shower. Her family and friends noticed how she changed profoundly. She walked differently. At ease. A warm heart. A house that welcomes others as well. Inviting them to be themselves. Honoring the truth of who she was. Loving others. Giving back. Healing was her passion. Spiritual growth her path. She touched her heart. Listened to the beats. Quiet. In harmony with the whole universe. For the first time in her life. She did not have to run through life anymore. Walking on the bright side. Simplicity. Genuine self love. Love.

Taking her own decisions. Leading to inner happiness. She did it well. It felt good to be true to who she really was. No co-dependency. No addiction to fake beliefs. The reflection in the mirror was dancing. A happy dance. She loved herself unconditionally. What a beautiful day to realize her state. A year was coming to an end. A new year was about to begin. Her heart was safe. She held the key. A golden compass to respect. Always. Forever. She felt her inner warmth. She was glowing. From the inside out. The universe was proud. Eyes shining brightly. Hidden gratitude messages in the tallest trees. She looked at the stars and said: "Thank you, for showing me who I truly am". She was enough. A sweet and naturally beautiful feminine soul. Divine healer. The union of the golden heart reached.

By Liesbeth Leysen