Another reason I came here to India was at the invitation of a woman who owns a guesthouse in Pondicherry, in the south. It's called Gratitude and my role here is as Writer-in-Residence. When I first walked into the courtyard, all beautifully landscaped with tiles and places to sit under great big trees - mangos and whatnot - with birds flying about and tiny squirrels that look like chipmunks peeping through the branches, I had to have a small conversation with myself about deserving.
Even after all these years of healing I still sometimes hear that little voice mocking me, who do you think you are? You don't deserve this. You're not good enough. Et cetera and so on and so forth. To which I usually reply - inside my head - $%@# #%& followed by Of course I do.
REMEMBER: You deserve the best. We all do.