Happy I am. Healthy I am. Holy I am.
Sigh. My mantra.
Mantras are a way of bringing to the forefront of your brain the things you want in life. You can use repetitive idioms and sayings to align your mind in the direction of your goals. The idea is that repeating the words that you need to stay on your path helps to keep you focused and continuing forward. The purpose of a mantra is to bring consciousness, awareness, and purposeful thought to conscious, aware, and purposeful action.
This is one of my favorites.
Holy I am.
A reminder that I am not the worthless piece of shit that I sometimes tell myself I am. A reminder that failure, lack, and “badness” are not mantles I need to wear just because I failed, was lacking, or behaved badly. I have an essence, a human soul, and it is valuable. It is sacred, holy.
My mantra says I can, and should, hold myself on a pedestal expecting no less than basic human love and respect from others and myself.
According to Merriam-Webster, “soul” is defined as the immaterial essence, animating principle, or actuating cause of an individual life. Ooh! Sounds fancy! What is that?! It’s agreed upon that the soul is apart from the body but encased within carrying a movement of its own and, not only its own movement, but the action of living and moving, the incentive of life. This concept of “soul” and the worthiness of love and respect for it is so widely accepted by humans that it’s almost baffling that we need to remind ourselves to treat ourselves well, but still we do.
So I move. I bring the words to my movement. I allow my actions to arouse my soul. I hope I can do enough to believe in it. I inhale taking in what serves my greater purpose and hold my breath through the yuck hoping it doesn’t reach as deep as my soul. I don’t know any other way.