You ask
“How did we fill up the hour?”
We talked of claiming power
to just say no
of holding reality in the privacy of
one’s mind – a mind shaped by fears, hopes,
and childhood understandings.
We talked of the cloak of past abuse which
seems, at times, permanently attached
to the body which balks at getting out of
bed.
We talked of blessings while one continues
to bleed of the wound of the most devastating
loss of all – that of a child.
We talked of anger or rather letting go of
the anger which hides the fear of losing the
ability to protect oneself and returning…
Returning to that prison which disguises itself as
a honeymoon suite.
We talked of life.
Sometimes well lived. Sometimes not.
Lastly, we talked of God who we sometimes
make into our own image -
a god who judges and expects perfection.
I do not think this is the same God who smiles with us.
We talked.
Written October 4, 2016