Fury and shit

For some reason this morning during meditation I was looking at Hitler in his “fury” barking at his cohorts and how that expression was echoing out all zig-zaggy cutting patterns in his aura. I was wondering about it still lingering in the ‘field’ of consciousness and how that affects life.  I looked in my own space to find my neutrality and forgiveness of where I have let rage come through my channel.

I come downstairs and my house mate barks out an order...
At first I’m like ‘hello, haven’t seen this character in a while...breathe, ground...

“I need a half hour please to have my breakfast.”

Our cat got his shit knocked out of him yesterday – needless to say all over his long fluffy coat… cat fight?

“We need to call animal control and the shelter and the veterinarian. I'm going to get a pellet gun, we absolutely can’t have a cat attacking Ozzie (our cat) in this neighborhood!"

“ I was thinking of a squirt gun!”

We both laugh softly.

“I hit a speed bump.” he admits.

“Breathing is helpful, in your body.”

We hug.



                                                peace is an active process