My father severely dislikes women. I have grown up bearing the brunt of this. Yesterday after many days I felt a relentless pain stemming from an incident related to this. I have of course forgiven and mostly forgotten, but every now and then, when I least expect it, I am pole vaulted into the past. I think of how much I have suffered, I feel sorry for myself, I feel angry, I feel terrible sorrow, but all the while I’m looking over my shoulder too, Reason is watching me, silently, with a gentle smile. Even through the pain I see the stupidity, my stupidity, so much stupidity. I have meditated a great deal today, I feel very peaceful, full of love and mirthful when I see myself from yesterday.
Time. I might get you yet.