Living Amends
Rembrandt, The Return of the Prodigal Son
(ink drawing, 1642)
An enlightening, revelatory sharing with a close soul who knows me. The result: a context, a perspective I hadn't owned ~ one I had, until now, swept away with rationalization, justification, minimization.
Today it lands. First, deflection ~ the old reflex. Then weight. Then ownership.
And with ownership, the opportunity: to assimilate, integrate, consume, digest ~. And finally, to let the fruits become the agent of metamorphosis.
Not just to own ~ but to let the owning become the transformation itself. The Amends if you will, to myself, to others directly affected, and in a sense to the Universe. For in a deep sense my false bravato brought a partially realized person to every encounter, every relationship.
The only amends for that is a
Living Amends.
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