shame
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Nobody with No-body.
Loving myself, meant loving my body. All of it. For 40 years I felt one form of body shame or another. My innocent nakedness was shamed early by my mother. Her favourite story to tell on every occasion, even to… Continue reading
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To Love me, there needed to be a ‘Me’
I noticed something the other day, I thought id share it. But lets start at the beginning, well, 2018 to be precise, and I received the understanding of spirituality to be this quadrant I rememeber as I first saw this… Continue reading
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Will you be brave and give love a chance?
One of the reasons we men dont want to deal with our shit is because we dont believe we have the capacity to love ourselves. In many scenarios, whether from driven, neglectful, absent or collusive, abusive parents, Love was absent,… Continue reading
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You Can’t force your Jigsaw (But do open the box)
Each of us has bits of us that we dont really like. Theres the bits of us that got damaged by our parents or family when we grew up, whether this was abuse, neglect, abandonment, the choices of our parents… Continue reading
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The (not so) wonderful thing about Tiggers
Without question this was my favourite Disney song. My beautiful Auntie Heather, only 10 years older than me, had in her record collection circa 1982 a Disney compilation, as well as probably a whole load of other cool music that… Continue reading
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Love; the healer, today and forever
It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if your heart feels heavy wounded, broken, or hard It doesn’t matter if you are acceptable or powerful It doesn’t matter if you are in prison or free It doesn’t matter what you have… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 