Open Hands

Today started as being one of those days when everything that can go wrong just goes wrong, with my dog's harness breaking and a lack of response to kindness.

I don't know about you, but I find tolerance quite a tall order. Whether it's a person's habits, or a queue at the supermarket that's too long, forbearance can be difficult to muster.

I find forbearance of difficulties the hardest to build. They lower one's stress level, take us out of our comfort zones, and cause us to face negative experiences.

Perhaps with a little self-cuddle, flexibility and realization that it is all right to let go of what we have no control over, we can open our hands.

Enjoy this sonnet.

Open hands with a little hug

Makes storms easy to bear

Open hands with kind self-snug

Give grouses time to air

The hands open when they bend

Fingers give a twist

With a flex at fingers end

And a flick of wrist

Open hands and let fly

Bird that needs be free

Let it soar into the sky

Or simply let it be

Hug Life's tree with open hands

Water roots that sprout in sand.