My poetic words today, 4/20/20:
when I wait for the world to be just so
in order to take a nice deep breath
I generate my own suffering.
when I wait for my husband to do the next inspiring action
in order to take a confident step forward in my passions
I am generating my own suffering.
when I expect others to behave just so
I hold them up to such a high bar that invariably,
I generate suffering for them, as well.
when I release the stones of resentment from my heart
my presence automatically gives us all permission
to breathe sweetly.
when I tend to the wisdom of my heart
my relationships thrive
even in the midst of pandemic & pandemonium.
when I cut myself some slack
my perfectionistic sensitivities chillax
and I no longer bristle when I hear the word, “relax”
May it be so.
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