Today you, a gracious reader, gently reprimanded me for the raw vitriol of my morning post on Why Weak Girls Make Poor Friends. When I stubbornly told you I wouldn’t regret it you banished me from the Shaolin. Bless you.
The ironic thing is that this morning when I started my day it was with every intention of writing a post on the return to gentleness. A deeper look at the last four weeks and the progress I have made in taking the focus off of the idol of an idea and putting it on the blessed present. It was to look at the ground I have gained in forgiveness and healing. Before my train of thought was interrupted.
For the first time in the Journey of the Hair I took a step backward, out of my disciplined and focused path to grace and back into the jungle. I’ve been praying Psalm 35 and muttering “traicionera” under my breath allllll day.
This is not an apology. Not yet. Probably not ever. But it is an acknowledgement. A kick back to focus. An end to the drama. The movie is over. The villains are slain. Dead to me forever.
The post on gentleness will come. Just not today. Be patient with me.