It’s been a particularly disturbing day. I only took one other photo today. It would have been a more appropriate daily photo since it described the incident that sparked a day of pure confusion. However, I chose not to use that one because I felt it focused on the negativity that I was feeling versus the lesson that I learned from it. I’m not going to dwell on what happened today anymore by describing the incident here. I would rather use my space to provide a positive message.
I chose this as my daily photo because when I am upset, I play my keyboard to process the emotions and thoughts that I am feeling. Music provides healing for me. It always has. Everyone needs an outlet like this. Whether it’s music, sports, gaming, crafts, or whatever else comes to mind, it is important to be able to release whatever emotion you are feeling so that you can be free from it.
Having been the brunt of some vicious gossip today that not only left me with hurt feelings but left another person upset as well, I want to share this story. This story comes from the Miramax movie entitled Doubt (2008).
A woman was gossiping with a friend about a man she hardly knew. I know none of you have ever done this. That night she had a dream. A great hand appeared over her and pointed down at her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O’Rourke. She told him the whole thing.
“Is gossiping a sin?” she asked the old man. “Was that the hand of God Almighty pointing a finger at me? Should I be asking your absolution, Father? Tell me, have I done something wrong?”
“Yes.” Father O’Rourke answered her. “Yes, you ignorant, badly brought up female. You have borne false witness against your neighbor. You have played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed!”
So the woman said she was sorry and asked for forgiveness.
“Not so fast,” says O’Rourke. “I want you to go home. Take a pillow up on your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.”
So the woman went home, took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed.
“Did you gut the pillow with a knife?” he says.
“And what was the result?”
“Feathers,” she said.
“Feathers,” he repeated.
“Feathers everywhere, Father.”
“Now, I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out on the wind.”
“Well,” she said, “it can’t be done. I don’t know where they went. The wind took them all over.”
“And that,” said Father O’Rourke, “is gossip!”