Do you remember the last time you held a young baby and looked into those incredible eyes? What happened?
Did you disappear into those deep pools, amazed by how beautiful a baby is - for no reason other than being itself - raw, vulnerable and undefended?
Did you think “Hey, little baby, you know what, you're just not enough as you are!” Or ...
Yes, you loved the baby just for ….
“Being” was enough - and it always is. Being is sacred, beautiful, precious - in itself, whether that's a baby, a flower, an adult, or you. Your BEING is enough. You saw that in the baby’s eyes, but when is the last time you gazed at a flower that way?