…..and then something snaps and Ellen throws the phone across the room, just hurls it hard like a baseball, where it hits the wall across from her and leaves a ghastly mark before it falls to the floor.
I wake up with the sun, but there is no light. It is dark, cloudy. The air is damp as I try to lift myself slowly from the couch, sore and heavy. I look at the mantel, but my eyes don’t stay long there.
It's been a long time since I shared a Sunday Story, but it's been a long time since I have had one to write. This one. This one really needed to be written and very much needs to be read. Every story does. But this one too!
Great spiritual leaders keep saying this. Over and over they say it. In writings they say it, and in spoken words. They say it succinctly sometimes and other times it is more verbose. But every time it is the same.
How often do you find yourself holding regret....twisting and turning it in your hands so that you can see your mistakes and make your judgments from every angle? Are you holding something from yesterday, last week, years ago? Do you know that it is time to let it...