I am not who I once was.
It is obvious and fascinating.
Never before would I have taken such pause
in the face of hurt and anger.
Words would have lashed out wildly,
the resulting moment of self-righteousness
followed swiftly by regret.
A different path, this time.
Choosing to hold my seat
rather than react, to take a hard look
at what was burning in me and why.
Pushing up against the discomfort,
feeling it rather than fighting it.
Almost as soon as I welcomed it,
it melted away. And there it was,
a taste of the equanimity
I am learning to cultivate.
Tonight I am grateful to simply observe
the nature of my own humanity
without judgement.
There is so much to be seen
if we are only willing to look.
