I am loved, loving, and lovable.
My friend told me that one in 2002. It is True: friends love me, value me, and hold me in high regard. Sometimes it just feels that I feel vulnerable- as if that Love, rather than warming and nurturing me, pours down a bottomless pit, and my hunger for love cannot be assuaged.
Perhaps now I consider my femininity a good thing I can accept that I am lovable, and believe that I am loved.
Back to Metta again.
I am safe and protected I am peaceful and happy I am healthy and strong I have ease of wellbeing.
I shall pray for others later. Now, I need to warm myself. And I can.