At times the internal harsh critic dominates the table. It’s hard to get a word in edgewise. It clouds the table with a murky fog that dims any light from coming through.
However, if I can muster the courage to give it even a kind look, or a slight warm smile, this is certain to throw it off-guard. It’s not used to any acceptance. Its power is non-acceptance. It lives through fear, and terror, and harshness, and anger, and shame.
It heretofore has not known kindness.
It softens some. Maybe it surprises even itself with a little smile, a chuckle to itself. It has a lot to learn from kindness. Things may not be so bad after all.
It is somehow being transformed by its new friend–kindness.
The Every Day Yogi 