on cathartic recoveries

in this recent post, i had mentioned a rather critical loose end that needed tying up. today, i met my former music teacher, for the first time in a few years. the meeting was beautiful and memorable, and i found the chance i sought to 'confess'. despite the extended silence and the unmet expectations, forgiveness found its way out, and with tremendous rapidity. the meeting quickly became one of the most memorable ones in my book.

catharsis. i know what you mean now, word. a chapter was closed, as a new beautiful one opened - one of honesty and understanding, of sincerity and love, and perhaps an ever-so-gentle touch of integrity. when after my one-hour meeting i stepped out to walk in the rain - back to my car which was parked quite a distance away, i had one important phone call to make. and as i began to speak, tears flowed. freely and profusely. i realized how the guilt had accrued over the years. i realized how the weakness that had gotten the better of me had caused a latent build-up of anguish unimagined. i realized the extent of grief caused by the ego; how it unfailingly builds us up to our fall. i realized that a moment's sacrifice of the ego brought hours of fulfillment ('days' in a few days, perhaps). and i realized that love is the eternal survivor; all else perishes.

thank you for this day and the lessons it taught me, dear god.