The Season of Non-Violence, Day 63

Day 63 – RELEASE (April 2)

A Sufi proverb says, “When the heart weeps for what it has lost, the spirit laughs for what it has found.” Today look at how far you have come during this 64 day journey. Release the weight of your past, judgments of yourself and others, and the idea that world peace is not possible by acknowledging that you do make a difference.

It is a strange place to be, weeping and laughing at once.  This hits me dead on today.

If I look back at what I have lost I am in real danger of turning to a pillar of salt and being unable to go on.  I am trying not to look back.  That doesn’t stop the grief.

What I have found is terrifying and mind-blowing, thrilling and brilliantly beautiful.

I’ve been doing much writing and thinking on judgement and criticism recently.  It is impossible to be both critical and compassionate at the same time.  Yet they come from the same place within ourselves.

One thing I am sure of is that world peace is possible.  This may sound childishly naive and optimistic.  It is not.  It is hope and faith and love.  I know that the obstacles are huge.  I know that all things worth doing are hard.  And the more worthwhile they are the harder they are.  Thus working for peace is hardest of all.  And I know that we can all make a difference.  Everyday.  All the time.  A hug.  A smile. An apology.  Attention and presence.  Intentionality and purpose.  It matters.  They matter.  You matter.  I matter.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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