I used to resist love. Now, I can’t get enough of it.

But love…
Love is not something to protect ourselves from.

It’s not safer in giving than it is in receiving.
Love is not a transaction. It is who we are.
It doesn’t end at the edge of our skin.
It flows. Between us. Through us. All around us.

Resisting love is like resisting ourselves.

And just like that, once I truly got this,
the massages that once felt terrifying…
suddenly became ecstatic.
I craved them. I melted into them.
I still can’t get enough.

Now, each morning, I practice softening into love.
Receiving from myself.
Reminding my body:
🌹It is safe to receive.
🌹I deserve to receive.
🌹Love deepens when we allow it in.

And something beautiful happened…
I began feeling love in everyone.
Every cuddle, every gaze, every shared breath…
a reminder of how endless it all is.

Love isn’t something to grasp.
It’s something to be.
And that’s my current medicine:
To keep cuddling.
Keep remembering.

To all of you who’ve held me, laughed with me, cuddled me lately…
you’ve given me more than you know.
❤️ Thank you ❤️

Can you resonate with any of this?
Does receiving love feel safe for you?
Or is your heart still wrapped in armour?
And if so… are you ready, even a little, to open?

You are made of love. Let yourself remember. Let yourself receive.

📸 Thank you @brett.merrill for another magical “Brett & Claudia” day.