We all have questions, especially during this time of changing rules and mixed messages about the pandemic.
Do you have questions about any of my images for today?
Do you have questions about my choice of music for today?
We all have questions and feel free to ask questions (or give answers) in the comments section, below.
There’s no question that I’m grateful for all who read my blog, including YOU!
There’s so much to love about my co-worker Juli, who offered me this Rice Krispies treat yesterday.
So much to love about —
If you’ve had the patience to read all my daily posts (including this one), you might remember that a very helpful aptitude/personality test I took decades ago revealed three high indications of impatience. Therefore, patience is a virtue I work on, every day.
Yesterday, I saw these two indications of patience:
That cup and that bunny are inspiring me to be patient, especially as I look for a new home and continue to heal from heart surgery.
Do you have the patience to look at all my other photos from yesterday?
Do you have the patience to listen to the music I’ve chosen today?
If you have the patience to leave a comment, I have the patience to read it and respond.
Many thanks to all who helped me create this patient post and to you — of course! — for your patience, here and now.
There are certain things that are difficult for me to take in, for whatever reason.
I’m working on being more open to perceiving them, and allowing them in.
I could write about many things, in this regard, but i’m going to focus on one.
The love that’s out there.
I have trouble “reading” it, sometimes. I’m afraid of it. Afraid of needing it. Afraid I’ll see it when it isn’t there, and then be disappointed and bereft. Afraid of losing it, once I see it and believe it.
Sometimes, when I’m feeling good, I see love everywhere. In everything.
I see it when I take a detour, walking to work:
In the bunny in the backyard:
In the faces of people “on my team“:
In people I’ve just met:
In people I’ve known, for a long, long time:
I see it in messages people leave for others:
And in messages I leave to myself:
What makes all that love so difficult to take in?
Disappointment. Anger. Pain.
That’s been my experience.
At the same time, in my work, I try to make it very, very clear that I invite — that I whole-heartedly welcome — those very things: people’s disappointment, anger, and pain.
I think that’s essential, for healing. To believe that those things are finally welcomed by somebody. To feel those things. And to clear the way, leaving room for everything that’s out there.
Including those things that are so hard to see, sometimes.
I guess this post is done, for today. Thanks for reading, everybody.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 