A short story told in rose petals

Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk to you again

~Sounds of Silence, Simon and Garfunkel

I could tell you a long story about the threads of shame in my life.  It’s not what’s important, though.  Suffice it to say that recently I made a stupid mistake that triggered deep feelings of shame.  All day I felt stuck in an emotional swamp so I knew there was more to it than just one error in judgment.

Later that the evening, I lit some candles and opened my heart space to let in the healing light of love and compassion.

I stepped outside and looked up at the clear night sky.  The shining stars reminded me about infinite possibility, limitless, boundless, and immeasurable space.  I thought, “I am made of stardust and the stars are made of me.”

My spirit is beyond comprehension.  My shame story is a brief shooting star, gone today in the light of the sun, drying up like the petals of my roses.