This particular post has been a favorite one of many people. It is to me because of various reasons and I need to remind my self that blessing an experience, especially ones that are painful to remember, is as necessary for my well being as giving silent thank yous for the many good experiences. The painful ones have broadened my premises and expanded my vision. And have kept my heart beating when I would have commanded it to stop. I introduce this post to my new readers and remind my self to be grateful for life’s entirety. And to the muses who sent it to me and nudged its posting again.
I learned something today. 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 its 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.
photo by John Hallissey