I recently found an old photograph of my grandfather. We called him “Daddy Wes” and I can still remember his deep laugh and the gentle way that he held me on his lap. All of my memories of him are good and happy ones. I know that he was a very strict father and I also was told that he didn’t talk about his feelings (or maybe much of anything), which was probably difficult for the adults in his life, but not for me. To me he was a gentle, loving presence. I felt safe with him around.
Over this weekend, I am going to think about this quality of gentleness and let it blossom inside of me too. I hope that you will join me as envision us all being wrapped in the warm and comforting arms of Love, peace and safety. Let’s be very gentle and easy with ourselves and others this weekend.
“Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength.” Saint Francis de Sales