There’s a moment in loving-kindness practice that always gets me.
You send well wishes to someone you love, and in your mind’s eye, something shifts. Their face softens. Their shoulders unclench. Their whole body starts to glow, as if the words you offered have turned into light. And then… the light bounces back.
It touches you, it brightens something inside you that you didn’t realise had gone a little dim. That’s the quiet magic of this practice: the love you give isn’t lost.
It moves. It circulates. It returns.
