January 18


“Accept the universe

As the gods gave it to you.

If the gods wanted to give you something else

They’d have done it.

If there are other matters and other worlds

There are.” ― Alberto Caeiro

Probably my favorite of all the new quotes I found on acceptance this year. I saved it for the day when I felt uninspired to write. I don’t necessarily feel uninspired today, but my rhythm got totally wonky today.

I usually have a flow I go with in the mornings; and because I don’t have time frames for my life, except those I choose, I don’t have to race anywhere. I love that! So, this morning, I am dinking around, doing this and that, when I looked at my calendar and realized the appt. I moved also moved it’s time slot. Oh shit! Now I have 20 minutes to shower and get out the door. Not a big deal for you men, but something of a challenge for females, at least me.

But, the good news is, I transformed into acceptance and made it out the door and to my appt. on perfect time! Woohoo! And even had the timing so perfect that I got a phone call in my car right when I was done backing out of the driveway, and ended the call when I got to my destination. Someone I really, really wanted to talk to! Yeah, you Jen!

So, the way I work it is this. I have a friend who works in the place where my appt. was and I got to sit with him and have a wonderful visit for an hour after that. Then, I run all my errands before I come back home. So, I get home at 2:30 and need lunch…just had it! And I am not feeling like writing, so I forced myself to look at the quotes. Oh yeah! That great new poem…okay…I will write about accepting the interrupted flow of my day, and how wonderful this day has been so far.

It flowed, absolutely flowed. Timing in every situation was perfect! I found all the things I needed at the 3 stores I visited; most of them on sale, because the Universe loves me especially well today. And, even though I did not feel like writing, since it is now 3:15 pm, I am anyway.

Now, let’s talk about this quote. This poem makes me so happy. I learned many years ago, a wonderful and healing thing. I was telling a friend about feeling retarded because some of my emotional development is so slow…yeah, I see you nodding out there! We are so critical of ourselves; omg! If we could beat ourselves well, it would be fabulous, but it just doesn’t work! And my dear friend, God bless her heart, looked at me with the sweetest face, and said, “Honey, if you could have done this any differently, you would have.”

Now, I don’t know about you, but that is THE kindest and most accepting thing ANYONE, ANYWHERE has ever said to me. I broke down and laid on her floor and cried. This poem TOTALLY reminds me of that day, that perfect moment, that loving kindness that I am not always able to give to myself. But, I do know that I have said that many dozens of times to others, because we ALWAYS need to hear something kind when we are being assholes to US. I love you all and I really, really, really love that feeling I got when I read this poem and got permission from the gods to be a fuck-up. Woohoo!

Published by: Kelly

I am a therapist and counselor with long-term recovery from addictions and personal trauma. My writing reflects these experiences and the road I have traveled in 12-Step recovery settings, along with the work I have done for over 30 years in the field. My love of dolphins includes the stories of them being healers in places all over the world. I long to offer every broken spirit and body the experience of a healing hug. May my words and stories inform, uplift and delight your spirit and soothe your weary heart.

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