re 'my little brother'

[Guest guest]

my mom used to hit me and call me names.

and so it is.

and i used to read stories like the one you posted,

and i'd feel bad.

but for some reason this time i don't.

what's different?

i think it's different for me now because i went back

to that time. in my mind, i returned to when it happened, only this

time i stayed present. just stayed present. kept breathing in and out.

kept saying 'yes.' and something's been released.

re-leased. like i've got a new lease on life.

i drove past a sign outside a store tonight, that said,

'give others that which you lack' (or something to that effect)

i looked at it, and realized that before i would have asked myself,

what do i lack? and answers would have been; love, money, attention,

health.

only this time, it occurred to me oh so clearly,

that i need give others nothing. nothing.

cuz i lack nothing.

and oh my, what a freeing feeling that was.

sounds like the dam in your family is breaking,

grab a surf board and enjoy the ride.

loving what is, one day at a time.

-mary