A Soft Heart
But then, tonight, we listened to Dr. Neufeld talk about attachment and I thought about how I resist hugs and physical expressions of affection. I thought about my parents and how I resisted their attempts to appreciate me and show me attention. What is that about? My own son pushes us away and then says he doesn't feel welcome. Is it just that we are so different, or have I passed something on to him, unintentionally, by focusing on contrived power, rather than the power of genuine attachment?
And I didn't really resolve anything, didn't receive any energy to change anything, just suddenly became reflective while feeding the cat. There I was again, the real me, in housecoat and slippers. So I decided to tinker with my vision and purpose some more. So here is the latest:
My Vision
I am awake beyond fear, beautifully clear, and moved to contentment in the stream of existence.
My Purpose