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February 20, 2006
I lay draped over him like a lead apron. I am shielding him from any lingering resentment hovering in the air around me; in the last half hour I’ve kept busy while stewing in anger. But I’m sinking deeper and turning softer, as we breathe together. Nothing else matters at the end of the day, even if neither of us can understand the other’s point of view. What matters is that we’re here in uninterrupted silence, in a heavy pile of forgiveness, on the bed together, (alone!) staring at the wall and the ceiling with relaxed faces.
Posted by Steph at February 20, 2006 12:13 PM
Comments
Isn't it true: showing up for forgiveness. Showing up to let go of the resentment. Showing up. That's sometimes so hard, and yet so vital. What an incredible photo, btw.
Posted by: christina at February 20, 2006 12:57 PM
I love your blog because you have the courage to post things like this. A great description of a powerful moment in time.
Posted by: Amy at February 20, 2006 04:11 PM
were you a fly on the wall in my bedroom last night?
Posted by: molly at February 20, 2006 08:35 PM
A breath-taking photo. Nature must love you to expose that to you.
Posted by: Grandma at February 20, 2006 08:39 PM
thanks.
and do you know that this was the only little oxalis shoot, the only green thing left beneath the pear tree after the very last leaf fell. It was too cool to miss.
Posted by: steph at February 21, 2006 06:11 AM