I’ve discovered a new practice for neutralizing life’s jolting incoming missiles. You know the ones I mean, errant thoughts or comments from others that seemingly come from nowhere and before you know it you’re bummed out, angry, flustered, or crying. If you want to neutralize them here’s my secret: wrap it in love.

I like to wrap the harsh/painful thoughts in love in the same way I would wrap something in bacon, or chocolate, to make it more palatable. If this “thing” is going to come into my world, it’s going to be a lot more palatable if I wrap it in love.

Incessant Replays Diminish

For instance, my brother was recently in a motorcycle accident with severe head injuries, spending 5 days in ICU. Looking at him made me cry. He’s a gentle soul and it was hard to see him so beat up. But I noticed that if I wrapped my thoughts of him in love, it allowed me to hold him and his healing lovingly and positively in my heart. It was sooo much easier on me to think of him this way. As another example, I had a stupid argument with a neighbor, you know, one of those arguments that replays incessantly with all the ways you know you’re right, or to get some resolve, or just to vent? As I started wrapping pieces of those replays in love it allowed me to embrace them instead of fight with them. It took the charge right out of it. Nice!

An Easier Way to Forgive

I’ve come to think of my new process as another level of forgiveness. Only this way is wayyy easier. It’s really hard when we’re new at forgiveness to truly grasp that we forgive for us, and that it’s not about the other person. But wrapping the other in love (remember, think chocolate or bacon) allows me to draw them near in compassion. It helps us both. Wrapping it (whatever ‘it’ is) in love makes it palatable for me to take in. There’s an ease to it. Chocolate dipped, bacon wrapped, or love wrapped, the hurts are a lot easier to take. I encourage you to try it sometime. I think you’ll be surprised at how much better you feel. I have found that my negativity, judgments, and ill-will, hurt. They hurt me. Once I figured that out I decided I didn’t want to do that to myself any more. Now, as often as I remember (and I’m not great at it since it’s a new thing I’m learning) I wrap it in love.