Walking with Bob yesterday, we chose a different route. Toward the last lingering sun, we could see the cold temperatures taking affect as the melted snow started turning to black ice. He prudently used his cane as he watched every step.
Compassion rose up in my heart, replacing any past resentment or impatience. It’s been a year since his stroke, and I marvel at the changes in him including his acceptance of his minor detriment. As we returned home, the crows took flight overhead like we had join them on their flight path.
What stirs the compassion in your heart? Who models acceptance of limitations for you? Ki to Happiness releases the past to marvel in the present.
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That’s how it works.