Surrender • charcoal on Bernadette’s Pages substrate; page 63
by Bernadette Rose Smith
Ever listen to your thoughts and marvel at how persistently they weave into stories you tell yourself? Stories that do not serve you well? Especially in times of transition?
How happy would your dreams become if you were not the one who gave the “proper role” to every figure which the dream contained. – A Course In Miracles
I woke up this morning with a thought.
“Surrender that.“ whispered the angel.
“What?” I asked.
“That ‘My God, sideswiped again, I’m not enough’ story.” chuckled the angel.
“Oh? You mean the ‘How could I have missed this, how dense am I that it took another eighteen years of marriage to figure this out, I’m alone again‘ thought?” I snapped.
“My dear, you had so many more thoughts attached to that one. You didn’t notice the storyteller revving up? You were on Chapter 14 before I could get a word in edgewise.” announced another angelic chuckle.
“How can you laugh?” I asked, somewhat irked. “You were around in ’94. Don’t you think this is a little ridiculous for two people to be this far off base with each other?”
“What? Ridiculous to forgive? To accept the things you cannot change? To move on amicably? To still love and support each other as you embrace your new lives?” A wing fluttered by.
“Well, yeah, that’s a view. But I was more concerned with looking at the part where I am a middle-aged woman who lost herself again – even after she swore she Read morePin It