There is a lady, a friend of a friend, with whom I'm less than enchanted who, apparently, is enchanted with me. Every time I'm around her, I feel like her prized pig on parade, and it drives me bats.
I'm journaling this morning, and I write, "She hears only as she chooses to hear...as it reflects on her, to her glory." My following line: "Don't we all though...in some manner or means? I need to find her good behind that...find the gold in her."
There. That is my blinding flash of the obvious.
I have been preaching "find the gold" since the '70s, but I never thought of it with people...only with dreaded situations, events, happenings. With the dreaded person, I've always called it "upgrading my opinion" of her, but I like "finding the gold" in him better. For sure, it is at its most inner fulfilling to find the gold in the person I'm obsessively attacking in my mind...the one I feel attacked by (or overly prized by, I'm seeing). Nothing stops an attack mind like appreciation.
As Easwaran writes in his today's daily reader: "Instead of criticizing...we can focus all our attention on what is best in them."
Thank you.
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