I have an urgent need to write tonight. There are dozens of matters on my mind and I don’t know which way to go. I apologize in advance if I ramble.
I used the Pogo quote above because I think of it as a truism. (In case you don’t know, Pogo is a comic strip ‘possum.) We are all our own worst enemies at one time or another. Well, I won’t speak for you but I am. I become my enemy when I’m angry or resentful or unforgiving. As I’ve worked through the difficulties that lost love brings, I have found that I often have to stop, center myself, breathe deeply and visualize myself letting go of whatever is causing me pain. Sometimes I go as far as to say, “Breathe in love and peace, breath out anger or jealousy or vengeful thoughts.” Or whatever is causing me to be unhappy. You get the picture. It would be nice if I could do this exercise once or twice and be cured. Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way. I have to get in a comfortable position and really focus for fifteen or twenty minutes. If I’m unusually bad on a given day I have to do it three or four times that day. And often I’ll think the pest is gone and it will crop up again when I least expect it.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if one person could do this exercise for another who is hurting? But we cannot. And it is so important to get these negative awful poisonous things out. But first we have to know what we are dealing with and that entails taking a good hard look at ourselves. Not so easy to do. Can we breathe out anger if we can’t define it as anger? I think we can. At least enough to feel better temporarily. That’s when I have to breathe in peace and breathe out whatever is making me miserable. As in, I don’t know what it is, I just know I’m miserable.
So, D, this post is for you. And if I could, I would breathe into you all the good things that you need and I would remove all the negatives that are making you sad or angry or miserable or unwell. I wish I could make you well. I can’t. But I can wish you well. And I do.
What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone. ~ Rob Thomas