space to forgive....

There is a perfect satisfaction in the enjoyment of eating the classic pb&j….

How could anyone argue about that? I especially love them outside….on the beach or on the trail after a long walk. They’re even better when shared.

Yet, I rarely eat them at home, and I would never consider them perfectly satisfying after a long day of errands.

It’s all about comfort isn’t it? What anchors us? Grounds us? What steadies us? A little soft spot of padding against the jolting. We can let go a little bit. Let go of our judgments for a moment. Of ourselves. It’s ok. It’s a harmless pb&j. And it is. Maybe it’s spirit food.

A little spirit food and we can have a safe moment to feel & accept. I guess we have to know when it’s time for spirit food & when it’s just a dull pb&j.

Jack Kornfield says forgiveness & compassion arise spontaneously with the opening of the heart. When we feel our own pain, we come to know that ours is a shared pain, we come to know that beauty & pain are inseparable.

Maybe we could forgive a little too….spirit food in one hand, open heart in the other.

the simplicity of a pb&j + breathing room= glimpse of perspective

Yes,  a little pb&j music….