July 30, 2015
I got up early today. It was still dark and the birds had just started chirping. There was a cool inviting breeze from the window. I made coffee, opened all the windows, lit a candle in the dark. I sang Joyful, Joyful. Then I said a little prayer to my parents. It was a forgiveness prayer: for their role in my hurt and for my abuses to them; my anger, my ungratefulness. I felt us all in a circle of mature souls--that now we could put it in the past and I asked their help for the future. Peace.