Who The Fudge am I to Judge?

When driving home in the rain, I observed a woman holding an open umbrella over her partner's head as they walked in sombre silence.  As I do with everyone I pass, I blessed them with LOVE and continued to sing my favourite rain-themed tunes that seem to tumble out of my mouth in such soggy weather.

 

Then the voices interupted the music in my head, 'She is doing her duty, like a good wife should,' said a gravelly voice.  'That's so sexist,' a shrill voice snapped. 'She is caring for him, that's why she keeps him dry,' assured another.  'She doesn't value herself.  She is drenched!'  The hullaballoo was unacceptable as I couldn't hear myself sing (like an angel, I might add! ;op)  I suggested to the voices that they were simply two people walking, one holding an umbrella.  The end.  Whatever judgments the voices made about these folks were irrelevant, a waste of time and energy and more importantly distracting me from singing Barney the Dinosaur's song If all the raindrops...

When we judge we are usually projecting our thoughts of our reality onto others and their situations.  But these thoughts might be a gazillion miles away from their truth, which is all that matters to them.  For example, if you see a parent yelling at a child, don't condemn them as a child abuser.  Who are you to judge another? It is healthier to bless and forgive them.  You don't know what is going on in that person's life for them to react that way.  They, obviously, are not in a state of peaceful awareness and able to create a more compassionate scenario, otherwise they would. 

 

When you offer love and forgiveness, you dissolve that grumpy cloud of judgment that skews your vision.  What you send to others returns to you and so you are also sending love and forgiveness to yourself - Bonus! Judging others, however, achieves nothing and actually stops you from seeing things as they really are.  Love and forgiveness, on the otherhand, frees everyone.  YEAY!

So if we can look beyond the roles people play and not judge a book by its cover and all that, we feel free, able to accept people for who they are, rather than obscuring them with our expectations and judgments and blaming them for the way we feel about them, which only serves to make us feel blah.

 

So today's mantra is: 

Who the fudge am I to judge?  I love and bless instead.

  PS. I think I found a solution: