You can be whole again…

“I wonder how much of what weighs me down is not mine to carry.” ~Aditi

My dad once told me about his early experiences with my mother’s parents. He shared that he knew right from the start that there was something extremely off with them.

They were an elderly couple who would constantly curse at one another, belittle and embarrass each in front of others, and yell hate-filled words such as “I hate you,” “I wish you were dead,” and “I’d be better off without you.” He said the fighting would get so aggressive, that sometimes the police had to be called to the house to intervene.

When my dad finished his story, he sat back and sort of chuckled at the craziness of it all, while I sat there in silent shock and horror. Those were all the things my mother said to me.

Link to the full article below 👇🏼

I Refuse to Inherit My Parents’ Pain and Problems

What if death is a new journey

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Nothing new to the title you might say because death has been described as a journey. After all, we whisper “have a good journey” to the dead.

This morning I thought of this new journey as if we are onto something -a new milestone, a new event in our life. The newly dead meet strangers on that same journey. Those strangers might become good friends, or enemies, or competitors vying for God’s attention (?). In that journey, hopefully, we’d bring along our learnings from this life so as to live a better version of ourselves in the afterlife; that is, if we haven’t been transformed much in this earthly life.

Talking about the afterlife, my Christian sisters and brothers might think I have ditched my faith to believe in reincarnation. Well, not necessarily so. The afterlife could be heaven with God but because of who we are, we continue the process of transformation with and in God.

🤔 #foodforthought