After days of facing mean, I came home today bruised in spirit and soul.
"I want to read Chrysanthemum and play parcheesi!"
I told Bug!
"Let's do it she said..." Remembering her childhood tale about bullies who will try to snuff the joy out of a shining soul.
Sometimes the grown up world is full of bullies too!
So we read a bedtime story...
And it was divine.
And then I sang to her our song-
-You are my sunshine...
And then we played our other song-
And lastly this one...
And then it all settled into place. Perspective!
Nothing else mattered but what I held in my arms this very moment!
This was life!
This mattered...
Not the fucking shit I've been dealing with!
This, here in my arms was life-
And I thought, what emptiness of spirit leads to such a mean heart!?
It did not matter to me anymore. They did not matter and neither did their actions.
Here in my arms was my universe intact!
How then could anything ever touch me?
When you are love and filled with love, hate and mean cannot touch you...
My blessing always, this beautiful treasure...
❤️
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Beautifull Heart can be in emptiness?
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