Plucked

Today I plucked a stone from my heart. 

I held it in my hand and examined it as a casual observer would.  It was shiny and sharp; obsidian condensed.  Obviously igneous in origin ( formed at some point in my volcanic past),  it felt heavy in my hand.  Looking at it and feeling its dense burden, I  understood why it had held a prized spot on my internal shelf for so long. 

Then I set it down gently to the side of my path. 
The gentleness surprised me.  I have long thought that when this moment came, I would fling this old hurt far away or pulverize it to dust.  But today, today I found I had lost the associated fervor and animosity and so 
I set it gently down.

 Peace and confidence rushed in to fill the void left from my plucking and I found myself standing in the gym with a huge and goofy smile on my face.


Forgiveness. A profound and en"lightening" everyday miracle.