It’s amazing how things we hope change, may have changed apparently really don’t. We wait for the lost bird to come pecking at the window, but the bird is lost somewhere who knows where, yet we wait, and wait, putting our activity on hold, waiting for the bird to come pecking at the glass, at the window once more.
I just wrote this little ditty as they used to say. A phantom from the past, a blast from the past came knocking at the door recently. We have an intense history and last night late, I get a text and we agree to talk at Noon today, for him to call. Almost 12:40 pm and no call, which brings me back to the past when I would be waiting for aa call or to talk and my morning or afternoon would be put on hold and I remember how I put a lot of my life on hold, and I don’t want that pattern to repeat. It also says something about respect, respect for me and my time that if we agree to a time for a call, if you can’t make the call, send a text, something so I know you couldn’t make the call or need to talk another day. Do I now ignore this person now if he contacts me again, do I say the lack of respect by not letting me know he couldn’t make the call shows nothing has changed? Do I give this person a “100th” chance? When is it one chance too many? Only I can determine that, based on what I consider to be a healthy relationship.
Namaste, Shalom and Amen