To know the names of living things

We're forgetting the names 
Of living things big and small

The Australian vine with their yellow splatters 
That anear reveal an intricate glory 
To name is to know is to have a relationship with

Today I called my parents as per the weekly Sunday call, and my mother said some pagro comments telling dad to talk to me and she will keep quiet etc, referencing that liner I'd snapped at her during our family trip to Korea - there's some grief recounting this as it was a long awaited trip and I'd suggested the trip in all the hopes of a lovely family trip, of which there was - but here the memories of the fun and sweetness of reconciliation tainted by her unforgiveness.

It felt like when mum unleashed her full anger and deep ugly hurt on me, in her eyes I was her adversary, without name. To reclaim and hold my centre, is to ground myself in who I am. Unlearning from the myth that I am responsible for her feelings/hurt.

I bear the consequences of my sin and yet I can lay them down, in Jesus.