Treating Ourselves. . . kindly

It's twilight, and the locusts sing me once again into that nighttime freedom I crave from morning until now. This envelope of darkness brings with it some soothing caress of sacred pardon. I am free at night and I have always been. During the day I often balk head to head against some kind of obstacle. My immobility, my single status, my financial strictures... all these play into my daily world, and I am fighting off frustrations, guilt, tears of regret and irritability... I chafe at living here at Mom's and I ache for something I cannot name.

And then she comes... twilight... And I'm here with myself, my forever truest ally, my own advocate in the darkness. I become the woman I search for every single day, the one I've pawed through the throngs to find since I've been a little child. Evening brings smiles of the soul; it gives me the peace of heart that soothes my cares. I begin to be good to myself again. We watch tv if we've taped something lovely. Tonight I have a brand new book, Eat, Pray, Love, that I will read as I snuggle in my comfortable bed with the Northern Nights sleeptop that I paid too much for.... I will fluff out the down coverlet, light some candles, and see what all the fuss has been over this book. I recall the disdain I felt for anyone who would give so much time to finding herself... but that was before I lost MYself... I get it now.

Another favorite way to spend an evening is with a Bible Study. I love this one by Kelly Minter, and of course, my very favorites are by Beth Moore..

So.....What do you do that is truly kind for youself? Be a dear and leave me a comment that describes your acts of friendship toward your own spirit.