I wrote in my last post, “I realize that I have to find a different, less “violent” way to learn and live”. Living without moderation, chronically pushing oneself over the brink of exhaustion, does damage. It harms. It injures. And yet, how many people think of this as self-inflicted violence? Maybe not many. But I think it is.
Where do you see violence? Where does it go unnoticed? If we are going to re-imagine new ways of living with each other in a less violent world we are going to have to learn to see violence in places where it has lain invisible. We must learn to keep better care of each other and of ourselves. This sounds easy, right? But for me, caught up in my life at the moment, there seems barely time enough to breathe much less slow down.
“Breathe. Always breathe,” was the gentle reminder a dear friend sent me yesterday morning and I was reminded again of how fortunate I am to have people like him in my life. He dances for the joy of it. He makes me laugh. He doesn’t judge when I cry. And he reminds me to breathe…
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