There is an image that comes to me. It is a branching, vein, or tributary that wraps around my core. It is quiet. It is strong. It is union. With it my needs rest. There is no desperation. There is no hunger. There is no ambition. With it I bond with myself.
The images we repeat get stronger. Like any habit, the neurons bundle and become the highways of mind. I get so much out of this image - I welcome its bundling.
If I were to welcome images of disempowerment and pain, those would become my stronger neuronal bundles. Believe me, there are many dark thoughts that I could dwell on and make habitual. Choosing not to do this is the greatest gift I give myself.