Letting Go of a Painful Memory
Thursday, 4th of August, I went for a walk in the rain. It had been raining for more than a week. I missed my walk very badly. I put on a hoodie and a pair of comfortable slippers and splashed on. It was cool and breezy. Very refreshing. After a short distance, a wall of tears hit me. I took deep breaths and continued my zikir. That took me by surprise! With curiosity and self compassion, I calmly entered the memory. What were the tears all about? I was probably eight. School just finished. It had been raining all day. The school was empty. The world seemed dark and gloomy. Most kids had been picked up. I was feeling cold and hungry, standing by a pillar being invisible. When the rain did not let up, I decided to brave it and began to walk home. With that decision, I pushed down all the feelings that were welling up. I sat down on the first bench I saw and mentally hugged my younger self....