I learned something. I learned to ’bless the experience’.
For if the experience has been a negative one,
has left me with a hurt so deep, has filled me with anger,
then I must bless it. For in the blessing I remove
its power to hurt me again. I leave it impotent, unable.
I’ve taken the wind out of its sails and
there it sits, blessed for the teaching,
but unable to wield power over me again.
If the experience is a positive one, I bless it.
In like manner, it will remain powerful and upon recall,
able to confer its goodness time and again.
In my thinking happily on it,
I will automatically bless it again.
Life is a blessed experience, all of it.
Bless it generously and gratefully.
It teaches us magnificently and impartially.
These are the magic words. For in the unhappy experience
we are taught swiftly and surely and must bless the lesson.
In the happier one our pleasurable memory is our
reward. In blessing all of it, we make our truce with life
and secure our place in it forever.