Well it took that. NO idea what the H*LL happened there. Yes, I had the window open for quite awhile, but was up and down doing things, etc. so the post just took awhile to write.
I did the excercize with meditation, was REALLY stuck lately getting into meditating so used ' Om Mani Padme Hum', yes, Buddhist, but it's not really, just something where all the syllables are very meaningful individually, also lovely. Using it and being mindful of what the syllables are all about while repeating them really does help a LOT, then it's awfully easy to slide into your regular meditating, or just stay with that.
Grateful I'm feeling like taking another stand with the ( diagnosed ) sociopath in our midst here. She just managed to flatten my mother again, who ( as I'm sure she'll be thrilled to read, you freak ) was so, so sad last night after said freak left. They're just wearing the cr*p out of this good, kind woman, with the intent being to have her just go give up and die, for real. I'll fill her in on WHY she feels so awful plus call in he therapist for a return visit. He likes to take notes anyway, which will be awfully helpful in their inevitable court actions at some point. He's a mandated reported of elder abuse, too, which is something I don't think the freakoids take into consideration EVER. I was a little shredded, to be honest, but after yesterday's performance, am up and running again. Grateful, truly.
Grateful all our woods beasties are mostly accounted for, big old hoot-owl, crazy cardinal who keeps trying to beat up all the car mirrors, the skunk who addles fragrantly through, the bear, the bobcat and turkey, the nesting hawks and woodpeckers, all here for spring.
Grateful to be Pollyanna, sliding off that stupid roof on a regular basis, lay on your back in the bushes and get distracted by what a really pretty sky it is. I've been called stupid, clueless, crazy, dimwitted, whatever, and that's by folks who are supposed to have my back, nice huh? Well, it IS a nice day, sue me.
Act of kindness, needs to be continues from yesterday because I think I failed. The freakoid will be awfully happy to hear she's doing a fine job of depressing the bejeesis out of my mother and I don't think I managed to pull her out of it. We tried, will get on it again today, I think the therapist has to come back and maybe a few other calls made. Getting one's woodies by making a frail, old KIND woman feel awful is as kinky as it gets, bet there's some studded leather collars under that bed, with whips.
Positive experience, gee. I really was kind of wound up in KIND yesterday, how important it is, how worthy of taking a stand over, sticking your flag in the dirt and saying ok, have at it freakoids, I'm not moving or becoming one of you. Not playing. For me, it's a positive experience to have once again been pushed into action, not negative.
