I have heard of clots, and the risk they entail. I get the basic idea of blood flowing continuously through the veins and arteries, doing their pick up and delivery system efficiently night and day. Blood cheerfully welcomes oxygen into the body, and expels carbon dioxide without judgment. When a clot forms, it stalls the system, and if it travels to the heart or lungs,
fiasco happens.
At least I think that is how it works, or rather doesn't work. The patient is forced to stop moving, while they wait for the clot to dissolve, or give up.
It sounds eerily similar to how I behaved earlier this week. I had a clump of resentment, and it was restricting the flow of love I normally enjoyed. Things that should have brought me joy, didn't. Although my body moved, my spirit was stuck. Sweet moments had
trouble getting on board, and negative emotions kept circulating.
Thankfully, I didn't voice the clotted words in my throat. If I had, there would have been damage.
One of the clot busters that showed up for me was a daily quote in my inbox.
"Those who are in the faith of charity observe what is good in another person, and if they see anything evil and false, they excuse it." Secrets of Heaven
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