Painting

Today, I'm painting. Oh what a wonderful feeling to cover the old with new. If only it was as easy to do it in our lives. Pour the desired action into a pan, let's say patience. Then pick up a brush and cover ourselves from head to toe. Sometimes, I feel like I have done just that only to discover that behind my right knee I've forgotten a spot and right in the middle of my three year old's temper tantrum it flairs up. Where did that come from? I think and then begin to see it's hiding spot.

Pink to peach. It is so satisfying to change the feel of a room with color. But to change the actions of oneself is even more rewarding. All of a sudden you realize that you aren't reacting the same. Instead of anger there is compassion. Instead of tightness there is breath.

I'm almost done painting the rooms in my house now, but hopefully I'll never feel the same about the rooms within me.

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