“Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable.” Blanche Dubois
“Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable.” Blanche Dubois
Eliminating All Excuses For Exercising?
Despite what everyone says about me, I am not a crabby neighbour at all … well if I am … I am a friendly crab …ya let’s go with that.
What parent has not resorted to mimicking their kids having a hissy fit, in an effort to show him how ridiculous he looks, and also … that we can do a better job of it ?
Is there anyone else but me that is fed up with this whole credit card fee scam that is going on right now with retailers and service providers?
I did not want a credit card. I held out as long as I could, insisting on paying cash until it became impossible to do the things I wanted/needed to do in my life without a credit card. Try booking a hotel room or a rental car without one.
So now after all the effort made to convince us that credit cards are much simpler and easier for us to use, they have reversed their position. We are being charged a fee for the extra effort they have to make to process our payment. Most of us don’t even bother with cash anymore. First, it was the ease and beauty of the credit card and then we had debit cards that directly accessed our bank accounts. A credit card can be slipped in a pocket, tucked in your bra, goes in a tiny handbag. We were free!! Once the internet happened, they created a system that made us even more dependent on our credit cards. Just enter your details and shop away. Book anything. Do it from the convenience of your home or during that wasted commuting time. We could even process transactions with other people buying our services, through our phones. Continue reading
“Fortunately, some are born with spiritual immune systems that sooner or later give rejection to the illusory worldview grafted upon them from birth through social conditioning. They begin sensing that something is amiss, and start looking for answers. Inner knowledge and anomalous outer experiences show them a side of reality others are oblivious to, and so begins their journey of awakening. Each step of the journey is made by following the heart instead of following the crowd and by choosing knowledge over the veils of ignorance.” Henri Bergson
“Self expression is a mirror we make to see our souls. If we cannot express ourselves, we lose sight of who we are. Fear stutters our self expression. Fear of failing, fear of being wrong. Fear of not being enough. The thorn of self criticism, sharpened with comparison, lodges in the side of our creativity, and the unique poetry we are stops singing. But there is no wrong way to be you. Practise non-violence towards yourself by letting go of comparison. Cultivate kindness wherever you meet doubts and fears. Acceptance draws the thorn out: acceptance of our unique perfection, of all the threads—the light and dark, mismatched colours and frayed ends—that weave together to make us so. With acceptance comes love, and love kisses the wound closed.” Quiet Lotus
I had this great, great aunt who I am sure was alive when prohibition was on and if she wasn’t .. she definitely felt cheated. It was her mission in life to tell other people what to do … including God. Like the day she died she called everyone and told them she had decided to die that afternoon and could they please come by in the morning so she could give them her last instructions … not about what to do with her .. about what we needed to do with ourselves. By 2:00 she was real pissed with God that He was running a little late and by 5:00 (fashionably late) she was finally on her way. She was a part of the non-silent, aged, religious majority in my life. … a NARM!!
If you were talking on the phone, it was not uncommon for her to pick up her line and cut in and start telling you about how to treat that cold (always involved some combination of obscure and common plants, food items and cleaning products that should be ingested and/or rubbed vigorously on your body) or why you shouldn’t talk like that and btw remember to tell Humpydora that the quilting bee was at her place next week. Hey,party lines were cheaper, phones were for practical use and no-one had time to just sit on the phone and chat for hours anyway so who cared? I cared deeply about my time on the phone, but as she pointed out, I didn’t count. Continue reading
“When an individual loses contact with the light of their soul, when its embers are covered, almost extinguished, that person loses the opportunity for spiritual evolution. They remain imprisoned in their patterns of behavior, in their own ego or instinctual self. Life continues, but an essential ingredient that gives meaning is lost. And what happens to an individual could also happen to the whole planet, if we lose touch with what is sacred, if we no longer care for the planet with the love and prayers it needs, with the rituals known to our ancestors.” Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
We all have our own stories to tell of our childhood, some more damaging than others. I am still struggling to put together the words that can move the darkness of my childhood into the light, where I can finally and ultimately let it go and set myself free.
Sometimes it is difficult to do that, especially when so much effort was made to keep it all hidden.
But sometimes, it is easy to get stuck on the pain and to allow our anger or our sense of victimhood to wrap around us as if it were our very skin. We get lost. We forget who we are, and without the very people who were supposed to love, nurture and protect us, there is no-one to hold on to the memory of who we once were. Parents are meant to do that. They are meant to know and understand who we are and to hold that for us while we travel physically and emotionally through life, struggling to find ourselves. They are meant to be the touchstone of our lives that pull us back to the mirror where they say, “See, you are beautiful. You are capable. You are Loved.”
Somewhere in the forest of pain and sorrow that littered my growing up, I grew 8 ft tall and I stepped up to parent myself. I am not saying that I did everything perfectly. I doubt I did much of anything perfectly, but I did survive. Continue reading