Meditation - 15 minutes

“It’s in the past”, I say, but my mind keeps bringing it into the present, like a cat dragging in a poor, injured bird. I turn my head. Wave my hand. Dismiss the painful offering. And even though it is painful, it is surely an offering, brought up by the mind for reflection and perhaps, a fresh response. Though I would like to ignore it, or put it out of its misery, this bird, maybe with its dying breath, has one more lesson for me. Am I brave enough to listen?

Allowing space for the everything of it, I feel my heart open, lighten. I wanted to make it go away, but I see now that it is part of me. Part of the whole of me. This is me, then, coming home to wholeness.