I like Barbu’s idea of imagining the person/being you are wishing well in front of you as I do this metta practice.
I imagined myself in front of me. It took me a few minutes to get my imagination to cooperate, to get a somewhat clear image of me. Then there I was in my purple flannel sitting cross legged. Me looking at me.
May you be happy and peaceful (I like Ambika’s words).
Then she answered, “I’ll be ok. I’m mostly happy. Don’t worry about me.”
May you be healthy and strong.
She answered, “I’m great. Just got a physical. I’m healthy.”
May you be safe and protected.
She answered, “I can take care of myself. I always have. I’ll be fine.”
May you live with ease.
She held her hand up like she was pushing it away and answered, “Compared to others, my life is a piece of cake.”
She wouldn’t accept any of it. I was sad for her. Why can’t she just take it?