On Halloween's day, the sky was a gorgeous blue; the trees were swaying in the wind. Fall was whispering her secrets; there's a bit of a chill in the air. I wish I could convey in words what this time of year does for me. I feel so alive, so refreshed... moved. I had an extra layer of clothing on (heehee, me,) and the air I inhaled chilled the inside of my nose a bit. I actually felt beautiful. How odd is that? How seemingly unrelated to anything. But I did. And it was a blessing. Then, I discovered why...Welcome Lis, Megh, and soon Sheamas to our COOL family!
Though not many friends came, (perhaps people were busy jostling toward the big night of Trick-n-Treating,) Peter, Sam, Megh, and our three kids shad a grand time over the neighborhood park.
After our friends left late in the afternoon around 4 pm, these words poured into my mind:
I send compassion.
I send apologies.
I send gratitude.
I send compassion.
These are words I'll try to return to when my mind is pulled back to the feelings of confusion and hurt and to remind myself to send out into the world.
And the truth is, this is the hard work. It is easier to just wallow in being misunderstood, to just think ill thoughts about others even when you know there was a reason you felt a connection with them in the first place, to pitch a tent inside the crap because often we refuse to notice the crap smells, to blame instead of honoring that we all do the best we can, or it is simply easier…
The hard part is admitting your need to apologize...admitting you are grateful for the experience because now you know more about yourself than you did before...admitting what you really feel realizing that you need to forgive yourself...The hard part is admitting...
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