The blessing of irritation

Hello brothers and sisters of light.

I sat down last week to write a blog about compassion. As I was nearing the end, my son asked for my attention. I told him I'd be there in a minute. Having lost my train of thought, it then took me a bit of time to get back into the flow of what I was writing. Of course I heard a little voice again asking for my time.

I started to get irritated. I was nearly finished! I'd put a good deal of time into what I had written and I was so close to being done. I heard myself snap "Just give me a minute to finish".... then I looked at what I was writing..........

The blog did not get finished. The computer got turned off and I appologized to my son and thanked him for teaching me a valuable lesson.

Compassion is worthless if it is just in our heads. It's what flows from our hearts that determines how we live.

The wonderful thing is, the next morning I turned on the computer, and there -not in my words- was the essence of what I had started to say. Xavi, dear brother, had posted it right there on my page.

We are all connected- all a part of each other whether we realize it or not. What we do to others, we do to ourselves. Our emotions are there to guide us. When one pops up we don't like, it's worth looking deeper. True compassion doesn't discriminate between light and dark... it just loves. True compassion doesn't judge right or wrong... it just loves. True compassion isn't worried about being on time, or success or failure. It just loves.

We are all humans- beautifully imperfect, yet perfect; wounded yet whole. I love that no matter how evolved we may become, we are still human. The fact that so many of us from so many different backgrounds can come to this place of light without judgement and just enjoy each other's being affirms to me that creating a new reality is not only possible but is happening. You have all blessed me more than you know.

I will leave you with this thought...
How we live our lives is our choice. Each moment is a new opportunity to choose. It is never too late. May we all choose compassion, each moment of each day.

With love, Antimorphic