opical Storm Bill has come and gone. Typical of a relationship. Hehe. He left behind a lot of unrest in his departure, but luckily not as much as he could have.
People are cleaning out their houses and areas that have been flooded.
Isn’t it strange, how living in a house is much like living in our bodies. When something happens to disrupt or rearrange the house, our first impulse is to make it clean again. To dispose of the damaged items and replace them with new ones.
But unlike the house, when something damages our body or emotional being, we choose not to clean it out. We choose to hold onto it, and let it rot in our spirit and mind. We like to chew on it, and then have a pity party and then talk to our friends about it, and then chew on it a little longer, until it becomes putrid and we have no choice but to dispose of it and let it go. But then there are those of us who will never let it go, until it rots everything thing in our being and we have missed out on moments of life we could have enjoyed.
As the animals that we are, we are probably the only species that doesn’t immediately go into attack mode and stay there until we conquer the enemy. Instead we have several levels to get rid of the things that can destroy us.
First we get angry, then we take revenge, and that is like taking poison and expcting the other person to die.
Instead of attacking it head on and putting it in its place and moving on, we grovel in it.
Why is that?
Just a thought. What if when we are presented with the thing that hurts us, and we choose to learn from it, and say I was where I was supposed to be at that moment. I was supposed to embrace it, and pull out only the good things that were in it, that I enjoyed during the time I had it, and now it is time for new furniture, new life, new moments. There is no guarantee in life, no little package with a pretty bow on it, that guarntees, nothing will hurt us, and nothing will harm us.
Life is an experience, a moment in time, we get to rehearse it, then we get to live it. Personally I want mine to be like a mobil home, when life gets too deep, I can just pick it up and move and change it.
Sandra
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