I suspect that our rues, regrets and remorses come when we are hunkered down within longing for the outer...for showtime!...all the while thinking, "This time it will be different."
As a line from the song "Loving Arms" puts it: Looking back and longing for the freedom of my chains. What can one do with that but love and laugh? With/for/at oneself.
It is that love and laughter, of course, that opens my senses today to more shucking of my shields. I almost dare not hope...am I becoming more like a child, un-selfed...unself-conscious, -aware, -protected?
I choose to believe that the spark Divine grows within that by its light we might see the smaller me, more of God than self.
Thank you.
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