I don't have bread pudding in the oven. Because that would mean I would have to be in the kitchen, confronted with the sixteen pieces of dishes I haven't washed in days. Scotty resorted to cereal in a cup with a fork this morning! He also changed the litterbox today, so I know for sure it's not the dishes that were stinking up our space (I've warmed them up a few times). I can imagine what the bread pudding will smell and taste like, once I get through my own resistance!
Last week, Tena (my known-me-since-childhood friend) called to tell me her Uncle Chuck had died in a one man ultralight plane crash. Tena lost her Dad a couple of years ago (death) and her Mom many years ago (ickiness) and had just been lamenting her orphan status while her beloved uncle hounded her about reconciling with her Mom. His nagging became (all too quickly) his dying wish for them -- a healing family. Tena's Mother's peaceful, joyful arrival was the beginning of just that -- their healing journey. I'm honored to have witnessed the miracle of seeing my friend actually receive a call from her Mom. A good call. A happy smile. A glad heart, or two or 12 :D
I shall be unveiling my masterpiece bag, entitled "Tena's Dead Uncle Bag" just as soon as my camera's batteries are charged!
In a bizarre twist of Universal balance, I've had the equal misfortune of comforting, coaching and loving family members who had a loved one go bonkers last weekend -- ending up in jail, even! It's sad to witness someone's self consumption via anger. Self Love can't be inspired externally; there is no such thing as a Gift of Intrinsic Value -- one either has Self Love or doesn't. The destruction of Self in the absence of Value is no less dangerous than Russian Roulette; alcohol (and Rage for that matter) seems to be less socially stigmatized than a loaded handgun though equally as destructive. Just as I might point out to someone they're not so smart walking around with that gun in their mouth, I've got a responsibility (as a human being) to point out the same thing with consuming alcohol (especially with pre-existing Anger/Baggage issues). Even bullshit therapy feels better than getting arrested and is probably cheaper too. I have zero faith in the way America deals with chemical crutches in the grindhouse called rehab. That said, I still think Rehab should be on the list of requirements for this person, followed by intense non-bullshit therapy (can't take away someone's crutches and expect them to walk freely without serious coaching!).
Ah, now I've gotta pee, which takes me right past those warm and unwashed dishes... may just have to deal with them now :D
Last week, Tena (my known-me-since-childhood friend) called to tell me her Uncle Chuck had died in a one man ultralight plane crash. Tena lost her Dad a couple of years ago (death) and her Mom many years ago (ickiness) and had just been lamenting her orphan status while her beloved uncle hounded her about reconciling with her Mom. His nagging became (all too quickly) his dying wish for them -- a healing family. Tena's Mother's peaceful, joyful arrival was the beginning of just that -- their healing journey. I'm honored to have witnessed the miracle of seeing my friend actually receive a call from her Mom. A good call. A happy smile. A glad heart, or two or 12 :D
I shall be unveiling my masterpiece bag, entitled "Tena's Dead Uncle Bag" just as soon as my camera's batteries are charged!
In a bizarre twist of Universal balance, I've had the equal misfortune of comforting, coaching and loving family members who had a loved one go bonkers last weekend -- ending up in jail, even! It's sad to witness someone's self consumption via anger. Self Love can't be inspired externally; there is no such thing as a Gift of Intrinsic Value -- one either has Self Love or doesn't. The destruction of Self in the absence of Value is no less dangerous than Russian Roulette; alcohol (and Rage for that matter) seems to be less socially stigmatized than a loaded handgun though equally as destructive. Just as I might point out to someone they're not so smart walking around with that gun in their mouth, I've got a responsibility (as a human being) to point out the same thing with consuming alcohol (especially with pre-existing Anger/Baggage issues). Even bullshit therapy feels better than getting arrested and is probably cheaper too. I have zero faith in the way America deals with chemical crutches in the grindhouse called rehab. That said, I still think Rehab should be on the list of requirements for this person, followed by intense non-bullshit therapy (can't take away someone's crutches and expect them to walk freely without serious coaching!).
Ah, now I've gotta pee, which takes me right past those warm and unwashed dishes... may just have to deal with them now :D
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