Careful speech. Our words have the power to heal, or they have the power to hurt. If they do not serve to help and heal the receiver, ask yourself what possible good can they do? Are they critical? Are they instructive? Are they delivered with vengeance? Justice? Or are they delivered with kindness, and or a hope for improvement? Understanding?
Who are they spoken for, the other, or our own need? Vindictive words? Help no one. Neither ourselves, nor the one they are directed to. No matter how much personal truth they may carry. Hurtful words beget more hurtful words, and somewhere it has to stop. Let it stop with you. (I also wonder why this is so much harder with the ones we love? The one's we should be even more careful with? Why do we hurt the ones we love with indiscriminate speech?)
If they do not heal, they HURT. All of us.
Look into your heart, and ask, no matter how carefully worded, no matter about personal truth, were all of your words spoken with love? No? Then: No more.
No more hurtful words. No more talk about the PPasT. Someone set down a bag, and I picked it up. Now I can't let it go. Why? Attachment, that's why. I attach to bad feelings as much as I attach to good feelings.
Baggage. Is MY choice. Time to set it down, and not expect someone else to pick it up. Check your bags at the door, the door to a peaceful mind.
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