I love friends who speak sanely in an insane world.
I love friends who speak sanely in an insane world.
Driving along the highway, enjoying the sunny day, I see ahead of me on the side of the road a form. Upon nearing it I see it was once a Shepard dog, or something similar. I know animals are getting hit and killed all of the time, but this one struck me close to the heart, for I am a dog lover. (I love all animals, don’t get me wrong, but I sleep with dogs every night.) As I was alone on this journey, I internalized the scene, I tried to push it to the back of my mind but it kept swimming into my inner sight.
A couple hours later I arrived home to take a friend on a necessary trip to the store. On the way back from there, I spilled the beans, I described to a tee what had been rolling around in my head.
I sit here now, and I wonder why it is that there seems to be no solution from the spinning of negative, hurtful, or downright disturbing scenes, phrases and events but for the release of them out into the world, laid upon the minds and eyes of others.
There they go, now this scene is in their mind, lessened perhaps, for they did not actually see it, but the description is there, and we all know how detailed the mind can be when reading a book, or hearing a story.
If only there were a way not to put this type of thing into the world, while still releasing and letting go. It truly is not my desire or wish to propagate unpleasantness. When I sit and feel the life of me, those visions and thoughts still spin, they do so until I let them go.
As a younger lady, I journaled. I wrote down every nasty thing I wanted to say to some jerk, I spewed the emotional hurt or anger on paper. I would sometimes make it a letter and seal it in an envelope, putting on a stamp. (Letting it sit for a week before tearing it up). That was a great release and no one needed to wear it afterward … until the day someone decided they wanted to read my journals, which they ‘found’. They were hurt, because some of the things in there were telling of the pain I felt by some of their actions and the way I experienced it. I stopped journaling.
I began to harbor these things inside, and then they began to overflow into the world, and they were ugly, more ugly than anything I could have put on paper.
Now days I am not angry, but still, the disturbing scenes similar to this afternoon, and the pain I see inflicted in the world are still there, roaming around in my mind. I blog about some of them … but there again, they get all over everyone who takes the time to read them.
I see there really is a need for quiet, personal reflection and release. For in talking aloud, or typing on social media of any kind, it grows in the minds of others. So I consider yet again …
What seeds do I want to sow in this world?
Connotation ~ What does it mean to you?
I am pretty darn tired of manipulation. The play on words has been going on for generations, those who wish to pull peoples strings are very good at it by now.
It really is too bad. Both in the sense that it is ‘too’ bad, and also that it is sad, very sad indeed. It is a shame that skilled folks choose to utilize their talents to cause harm in the psyche of other people. This choice makes them too bad.
This isn’t my own opinion, however it is one that I agree with wholeheartedly. Having been on the receiving end of those who practice these ‘talents’ I know what it does, I know the hearts of those who do it.
Unfortunately, there are those who have chosen to manipulate in order to feel powerful. A twisted sense of what power means is surely skewed in their minds, and I do not believe they have the ability to see clearly, so immersed in the work of pulling strings in order to gain … whatever it is they think they need.
I find that I am sorry for them, yet I also know they do not deserve this from me. That is wasted energy on those who haven’t the desire to make a change in their actions which would cause less harm in the world.
While I retract this compassion from them, I focus on building my own reserves, for there is much work to be done … the world needs an ample healing, and it begins in each heart that is aware, and desires to be part of it.
Do Not Be Afraid.
Stand Tall ~
Being in touch with the truth of who I am. Being able to transparently state what I feel without fear of repercussion. Work hard. Be a good team player, (to the best of my ability) and always strive to be more than I was before. Do not harm anyone … sometimes speaking the truth as I see it does hurt, and then that hurt boomerangs back to me. So, Stand Tall means to remain true to self, be willing to honestly apologize, and recognize the things perhaps missed, in the initial statements of ‘truth as I see it’, and give honor to those who point it out.
Do Not Be Afraid ~
It is so important that fear NOT be the ruler of the day. If we stifle ourselves, and not allow our true light in life to shine, then essentially we are cutting off our own tongues, squashing our own fierce light, in order to be accepted, liked, to fit in. Pushing the limits (within reason) should be the norm, stretching the level of comfort will expand everything around us, and yes, sometimes growth is painful.
Many times in life I have made people angry. All I wish for is clearer communication so that I can understand fully, any given situation. And yes, I too, need to practice clearer communication.
I mentioned a current situation to my longest known and most trusted friend. He stated that still, 50 years into life, I have not learned to play the game. This has always caused me troubles. People don’t seem to like it when a person speaks their minds, and when a person feels attacked, they attack back … aggressively, or passively.
The latest incident in my experience of this shows that MANY of us who regularly see each other, and converse on a daily basis, do not communicate clearly, it is not just a one person issue. How do we get beyond this misunderstanding? When we feel attacked, rather than attack back, we should ask, “Is this (enter perception here) what you meant? What was behind the statements made? How do you really feel?”
It is difficult. There are many who have mastered the art of effective communication, not colored by the run-amok emotions that tend to accompany my verbiage. Or perhaps I simply need to learn to better formulate the colorful stuff so it feels better.