Princess Sassy Pants & Co.™

It can certainly look like some people are anything but a blessing. When I am willing to open myself up to the idea that everything is a blessing in some way, I find my greatest challenges often transform into the greatest blessings.


A friend of mine went to a benefit at the local zoo when her friend unexpectedly pressed her hands against the great ape glass enclosure and repeated, “I love you,” over and over. After several repetitions, a large silver-back sauntered over to the glass, placed his hands over hers, and looked into her eyes. She repeated this same exercise with the camels, and they, too, approached her. (And then some men in white coats came and “escorted” her out. Wink.)


I love animals, and as much as I don’t know that I would do this, it did get me thinking. How many people do I see in a negative light? Who do I keep in glass enclosures, unwilling to extend love to? And how might this be keeping ME imprisoned?



A little exercise came to mind:
Close your eyes and allow yourself to sink into a relaxed state. Imagine you’re walking into a glorious Zoo. Light beams from the entrance sign, and the path leading inward softly glows. 


You stand at a glass enclosure and know that whomever you see is there to bless you. There’s someone off in a distant corner. Just notice who it is. Try not to censor or control it, but rather allow whoever needs to be there to be revealed to you, remembering that they are there only to bless you. 


Place your hands on the glass and say, “I love you,” until you feel you’re done and then move on to the next enclosure. 


You don’t have to feel the love you are professing. It’s okay if you don’t. It’s more likely that you won’t feel it at first because those that show up in our enclosures will likely be those whom we feel some sort of animosity towards, as these are the areas WE need healing–it’s here we need to allow the light to shine. Here we find our own release from the glass enclosures in our life. 


It’s never the love we don’t RECEIVE that hurts us; it’s the love we withhold.