Something Good
Today I’ll try to do things differently.
I took yesterday as a pretty bad day. I slept poorly and had troubles getting myself out of bed. My first interactions with others were negative, a staff member complaining to me, “don’t take this personally”, but it was. An old friend posted his post-mortem letter to his own friend who recently died in a climbing accident in the Himalayas, a pain that is familiar and empty. Knowing what he’s feeling hurts as deeply as though it just happened to me, a wound that covers with the thinnest scabs. I chose to not walk in the forest yesterday, and I stayed lost all day.
This morning I saw two mugs on the counter. One, my favorite, is from an artist in Revelstoke and is dark grey and brown and painted with the image of a wolf. The other is plain and china white. I took the white mug and made tea with nettle and dandelion root instead of coffee. I said thank you to nothing in particular. I asked for strength.
Today I will absorb the hurt of others. I will take it into me and feel it as though its my own. I offer myself to the afflicted. I will take your pain, clean it through my heart, and release it back into the world as something good.
Today I’ll go in the woods.
“I chose to not walk in the forest yesterday, and I stayed lost all day.”
I really like this. Thank you.
Thanks Myka.