Healing in the blink of an eye.

When 'we' use something that would not be appropriate in our own house or at our own table... then we have become the terrorists.  The lizard brain.  The ... re-actor.  You should not have... What is that set of words saying?  Just as when a friend, from her perspective says... oh come on... that is easy.  In a moment when even breathing is not easy.  In a moment when even breathing is not easy.  And then, the characterization of ... you ran away.  You failed me.  You did not do that which was my expectation.  That is the moment.  The layered, reactive moment.  It calls out in the cry of a babe ... wishing for arms of care.  The moment of ... failed moment.  The rejection moment.  The moment of failure.  Later, on the other side, breathing continues; or not.  And the sun comes up, the oceans of wind roll over the earth.  Reflection in a time, perhaps as this reflection, much later, a decade later.  The warm moment from that time.  Being fed on an early morning, sitting in a stair well and letting the meat juices roll down my neck.  So good.  That taste of food.  Food for the soul.  In all of the failures that were healed in that morsel of food.  A gift from creation.  A gift from God.  In this moment, another healing.  The healing of awareness to the sense of words as the lash of the cat.  The lash of 'should' or 'should not' the lash of 'do' or 'don't' ... each in context, the expectant lash from the expectant expectation.  The 'we' or 'us' in the dance of expectational relationship.  The changing moment of link to lash or lash to link; for the shift, the healing, the change, it can go both ways in the blink of an eye.