Regular readers of this blog know I have a next door neighbor who does not like me. Yesterday, he yelled ugly things at me while I was unloading groceries. It didn’t upset me at the time, but different words he said have been playing over in my mind. This morning, I had a choice: I could continue to hear his words, repeating them to friends, feeling superior for not retaliating (while having a certainty that I was right) — or, I could humbly seek to release this encounter. It seemed a perfect time to practice Hoʻoponopono. By a persistent mental repetition of these words — I’m sorry, Please forgive me, I love you, Thank you — I allow myself to not apportion blame and forgive myself for any attack thoughts I have had toward him. As a bonus, I’m reminded how valuable this practice is. I look forward to noticing instances where these words can fill my thoughts, rather than something I would rather not think.“If a friend informs us of a fault, do we listen patiently to the rebuke and credit what is said? Do we not rather give thanks that we are ‘not as other men’? During many years the author has been most grateful for merited rebuke. The wrong lies in unmerited censure, — in the falsehood which does no one any good.” Mary Baker Eddy - Science & Health Page 8:30
No comments:
Post a Comment