This body stuff is weird. I'm standing in church a couple of weeks ago for the Gospel. Playing with the muscles of my right leg... you know, flex the quad... release flex the adductor... release.. rectal femorous.. release... Then bam!! I'm sitting in my 2nd grade class room. All those bright windows... straight rows of desks. working.. Interrupted , yanked out of my seat, and dragged out to the boys class room, Why? What horrible thing did I do to deserve such treatment?
Oh that! I used to sit with my leg tucked up and sit on my foot. Clearly AWFULLL.
How can you trust yourself when you can't see that coming? How could a seven year old see that coming? A 67 year old woman can be enraged because she knows that this teacher is out of her head, but a 7 year old doesn't know that.
So how do you resurrect a crushed 7 year old? Holding her in meditation and telling her that she really did nothing wrong. Realizing that you can wear things that make you look good. Nothing wrong with it. Telling her that although adults tend to put added rules on her that don't really make sense... that the Golden Rule is really correct. The beatitudes are really what God judges on... That no matter how loud the chatter is around you, you should listen to your heart! And now presenting.... who knows?
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