This morning, before I started my spiritual study, I found myself opening a weekly email because I knew it would annoy me - and I was curious to see how the writer would push my buttons this time. What?! What’s that about? Maybe a dash of self-righteousness, superiority, and anger gives me a burst of energy when I am feeling a little low. Maybe it’s easier to feel annoyance, tinged with blame, than to acknowledge the grief and impossible questions at this difficult time. Today, I will be mindful of using indignation like a drug - to provide energy and bind me to others who enjoy complaining with me - and instead acknowledge how little I actually know and give my full and loving attention to what is my responsibility and in my control.
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AuthorTarn Wilson is the author of the memoir The Slow Farm and numerous essays. You may read more of her work at tarnwilson.com. Archives
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