Worlds collide, tempers flare and dreams come true when Mr. Vig, an 82-year-old Danish recluse who has never known love, and Sister Amvrosija, a headstrong nun, join forces to transform Mr. Vig’s run-down castle into a Russian Orthodox monastery.
I mostly never forget to do my gratitude affirmation ritual as many times per day as I remember to do it. Suffice to say, many times each day. But I’m prone to forget my forgiveness rituals unless I catch myself being angry, or sense a seed of anger feeling around for a hold on my consciousness.
This morning I had to add forgiveness affirmations as an adjunct to the gratitudes, however. Old memories climbing up into my head for a breath of air.
I was associated for a number of years with a family who didn’t throw away the heel of the loaf, as some families do and my own family would have never considered because it was too alien a concept. In my childhood home you ate the heel if it arrived on pain of I can’t imagine what.
But this family I had to forgive this morning found a way around throwing the heel away, or throwing it away. They’d each reach past it and get the next slice down, leaving the heel for someone else. Me when I was around, because they all just passed it by.
When the loaf bag went empty except for two heels, someone would carefully place the two heels into a bag of left over heels, presumably in case anyone came along who’d prefer eating a dry heel to a piece of wasp nest fresh out of the loaf.
A lot of it got thrown away I’m sure, and a fair amount fed birds or went into stuffings. Meatloafs got rice instead of dry breadcrumbs.
Something got me remembering that after all these years, and I felt my gorge rising. Damned people leaving the heel for someone else. And what it implies.
And had myself a specially scheduled on-the-spot ritual of forgiveness affirmations.
74 years old, a resident of Leavenworth, KS, in an apartment located on the VA campus. Partnered with a black shorthaired cat named Mister Midnight. (1943-2020)
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I’m sharing it with you because there’s almost no likelihood you’ll believe it. This lunatic asylum I call my life has so many unexpected twists and turns I won’t even try to guess where it’s going. I’d suggest you try to find some laughs here. You won’t find wisdom. Good luck.