Yes, forgiveness is a process.
I don’t feel the looseness of freedom, after I say “I forgive you.” Maybe, I will after ten or twenty or seventy times seven.
Things were heated the other day, and I was around to ingest the stress, like I didn’t want to do. Like I said I wouldn’t.
I know. You are rolling your eyes at “Instead of Coffee” Green Smoothie. I would be too. Except that I drink this green juice (as I call it), these days, instead of coffee. It’s the closest quick hit of drinkable energy that I’ve found.
I stopped drinking coffee because . . .
“Accept yourself as you are.” “It’s never too late to become the person you always wanted to be.” “New Year, New You.”
It’s all a bit conflicting.
Do you ever try to reconcile yourself?
I’ve been coming to the mat more regularly. To work out aches and let go of pains. To remember that my breath is for breathing. To stretch my body and my mind.
These days I can’t seem . . .
I confuse my seasons. When it’s cold and the ground is covered in white outside, I tend to crave a little color inside. Maybe it’s my mind remembering summer. Green grass that cushions and carpets the ground. Pink petaled flowers that find themselves home to the fairies. Blue skies that make me believe the ocean is above me.
Today, the ocean sky has gone grey. All green is frozen in a deep sleep, and a crunchy white snow is sticking to the ground like glue. This is what I see outside my window.
Inside, I’m crushing on color. Green Kitchen cabinets, simple sun-flowered velvet pillowcases, resting shoes in a row to make a rainbow.
(keep reading for more color and simple ways to incorporate)