My experiences, thoughts and their expression: mi vida

Usually I, maybe - we (?) - ask "what's wrong with you?...when we distance ourselves from the object of our irritation. What is wrong with you...? sinks heavy, accusatory, projects un-understanding, shame. Creates guilt, rejection feelings, dissociation, 'pariah - ness' (invented word?) . Maybe we live our entire lives thinking about someone close to us, near to us, in those terms: "what IS wrong with you?" Maybe we spend our lives in the remembrance mode: "what was wrong with you (and continues to be...)?" Life in the 'past tense'. Of course, with that question - affirmation - constantly present, the quality of our lives is affected. For the worse. It leads to little hope, continual expenditure of energies, sour grapes...bleak outlook. Well, there is hope. we just saw a documentary called "I Am". Note that this is a documentary . ( There is also a movie by the same name ). I am referring to the one by Tom Shadiac. Check it...

Easter is here, and soon it will be on its way out. Quick. Just a few hours left of it.   It indeed was a beautiful day. One filled with meaning.  There is a sense of completeness, robustness, thoroughness...almost like an echo of the cry "It is done". Remember? "Re - member" words similar to those, very much part of these days' liturgy? In addition to all the stories, and comments, and traditions, and myths particular to these days, and specially to today,  the theme that was so prevalent to me was that of forgiveness. How could it be possible for someone in their final energies to find the ' wherewithal ' to forgive those that brutalized, mocked, denied, ran away from, condemned, betrayed, abandoned, beat, nailed hands and feet, flagellated, judged, scorned...etc., etc., and finally allowed him to hang  on the cross,  naked (?), for asphyxiation to set in he moment when there would be no more energy left in the legs to push up so as to find the s...