I'm pissy. I'm snide and rude. I'm a Gemini born the year of the Monkey. I sometimes leave my manners at home. Lucky for us (all of us) I'm not really like that on a 1:1 basis, or even on a 1:15 basis. It's not representative of what's alive and happy in my heart. So there I was, in a great big crowd of folks, whom I dearly love, some know me well, others not-so-well. For you who were there or may hear about it: I'm really not a bitch to strangers in book stores who are neglectful of their babies. There. It's said. There is a voice in my head, however, who comes up with all kinds of snide things, Very Appropriate to the situation and possibly even Very Appropriate for a Different Diana on a Different Journey. It's a lot of chatter to contend with. Sometimes they slip out. Like the other day. Oops. This diana, here, on this gentler, kinder, connected journey would bite the snideness short of exiting my mouth, breathe deeply and ponder the possibilities of connecting that mama back with that baby of hers. That's what'd I'd do. It's not the only thing I'd want to do. An act to serve the baby, the mama, me as witness and humankind as a family. Spiritual Connectedness; there are lots of places that serve to disconnect us, I am not one of those. Amen.
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