Angry Bird

I’m having one of those angry days. I’m not sure why.

And then I remember something I read in a David Hawkins book: I am angry because I am full of angriness.

It’s that story about bumping into someone who’s holding a cup of coffee. They spill coffee on you because that’s what’s in their cup.

My cup evidently needs work.

So the Universe sent me this lovely piece of advice: Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different (Dr Gerald Jampolsky).

Is that why I’m angry?

I think of my ten year-old who tells me that she often wakes up with the need to punch someone. I find it incredible that not only is she aware of this fact, but that she often even restrains herself.

I have cup envy.

So what do I need to forgive? And why? I do mostly OK day-to-day. I don’t think I need to release anything.

And then I think of number of people who have reported incredible shifts in their life from saying the Hawaiian forgiveness prayer (Ho'oponopono) every day, very often several times a day:

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.

Very simple. Very powerful.

I suddenly have a headache. Metaphysically, that means I don’t want to accept something. Yes, this. I don’t want to forgive anyone. I don’t even have anyone to forgive!

There are so many other things I’d rather be doing.

And anyway, I’ve done it before. I cried. And cried some more. I don’t want to do that again. I can stay angry. It will pass. It always does.

Then I remember my kid. If I can’t do it for me, I would like to think I’ll do it for her, so that my energy helps to change hers.

My headache is getting worse. Ugh.

I start tonight. I know it works.

Stupid damn headache.

Clearly a sign that I’m on the right track…