All your past except its beauty is gone, and nothing is left but a blessing.
A Course in Miracles.
If I try and understand this with my head I get in a muddle - lots of ugliness in my past - but I can get a glimpse of its blessing if I come at it obliquely - with the softness my heart.
I had the gift of a wonderful massage this morning.....hot volcanic stones - black, smooth, oily scented - drawing out the toxins in the tight as fists muscles in my back. Now I'm wondering how to stay relaxed in my too much Christmas drama.
Luckily making mincemeat is on my list for tomorrow.....messing about in the kitchen with lovely ingredients is the best bit for me..... such a blessing.
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