I’ve loved lilacs ever since I was a child swinging on our old rusty swing set next to a lilac bush in the back yard. I dreamed of having my own when I grew up. Except, when I did grow up, I moved to Florida where lilac bushes don’t grow.
Category: thoughts
Emotional Manipulation
PREFACE to this post: I drafted this article before the orchestrated violence began occurring in United States cities. This subject matter does not directly coincide with those riots. However, the upheaval of emotions over it are linked to the topic of this blog. I hope you’ll stick around for the rest, because I think it’s an important message.
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It’s called a crime of passion if a man catches his wife being unfaithful and then murders her lover.
It’s called a crime of passion if a woman catches her husband being unfaithful and murders him.
Does the term “crime of passion” make the act of murder palatable? Do we make it okay to commit murder because they loved and trusted their spouse and they merely reacted from hurt and betrayal?
Of course not.
They made their decisions out of pure emotion. Could our society be making decisions from emotion, and in turn, ruining our lives?
Gaslight the Truth
What if you had information that could save people? What if you took that information to the media, but they switched it around to make it sound like your information was dangerous instead of life-saving? You might ask, why would anyone want to keep away life-saving information from the public? That’s what I’d like to know, too, and it’s why I always research everything I’m told.
Allow me to give an example.
What to do with all these Emotions
As I write this, my emotions are running high. I’m trying to stop and think more clearly . . . figure out how to settle these emotions down.
For Every Action . . .
I’m a little bummed and disappointed this week. Well, I should say first that I’m grateful my family and I are well. Also grateful my husband still has his job, but that may be reevaluated if we don’t get back to work by the end of this month. We’ll cross that bridge if we have to.
For now, I’ve been introspecting…wondering how I could’ve done something differently.
Do people understand that what they say or do has consequences? Do they get the concept that for every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction?
Regenerated Routine
After we said goodbye to our dog, Max . . . simply doing our regular routine felt like a knife to the gut. He was always there during every routine. It’s difficult to change things up, because I still needed to do all the same things I always did, only without him. I started to write a little about my routine, but how boring. I’ll just get to the point of this post.
Take a Pill
Last week I posted about how a couple of people have tried to rush me to get a new pet after saying goodbye to my beloved dog, Max. Today I’d like to discuss a topic that is related, but more about processing emotions in general.
You might say that those people think they’re trying to help by offering a new pet to stop me from hurting. That may be true, but in many cases, I think this goes even deeper.
Why does much of society think they can obliterate bad times altogether for humanity?
Find Someone Else
If you knew someone who lost their spouse just a few weeks ago, would you say, “I know it’s hard, but there are other men/women out there looking for love. Get on eharmony and find one who needs you?”
Distractions
Have you ever needed a distraction . . . a task or entertainment to get your mind off of something? Continue reading “Distractions”
Can’t Think Straight
Have you ever experienced times when there is so much going on that you can’t even think straight? How about when you’re emotional about something? Have you ever been so angry your emotions took over and your mind froze? How about grief? Have you ever been deep in sadness and no thoughts mattered . . . only your grief mattered?
Yellow Carpet
I took the above photo on Sunday.
Four Days for Goldilocks
Air conditions are off. Heat pumps and furnaces are off. Goldilocks is enjoying this “just right” weather. Everything is quiet, and I hear something rustling in the brush. Continue reading “Four Days for Goldilocks”
It Happened at the Beauty Salon
Mara climbed out of her car and blinked up at the powder blue sky. A gorgeous September day. She almost wished she didn’t have to go into the salon to get her hair done.
She shrugged; at least she enjoyed the company of the people there. The old fashioned, independent boutique had their regulars, and everyone knew each other. Even the door clanged with a bell when she 
entered.
“Hi, Mara.” Her stylist waved as she swept up her station. “I’ll be right with you.”
“No problem.” Mara stood near the checkout counter where a gray-haired woman was paying for services. She looked familiar from behind, and then when she spoke, Mara recognized her cousin. “Hello, Gloria. How are you?”
Gloria pivoted slowly, a scowl on her face, eyes squinted, and then she turned right back around toward the cashier without a word.
“Gloria? What’s the matter?” Deep down Mara knew. She didn’t mean to hurt her cousin’s feelings. She had apologized profusely, and Gloria said she accepted her apology. “You’re not going to talk to me anymore?”
With her back to Mara, Gloria spat, “No, I’m not.” She finished paying the cashier and stamped out the door.
Unity, Classic Cars, Football, and Mind Control
I’ve finally been motivated to write my novel again, so blogging has been on the back burner. I’ve also been having a fun, bountiful, busy summer. I apologize for not getting to reading other blogs. I’m going to try and pop in to read them soon.
We finally had a party on our new patio. Above, I’ve covered faces for anonymity. Over to the right, they were starting a fire in our firepit table for roasting marshmallows. I got good reviews about the party afterward. It was heavenly and unifying to bring together family with old friends. I, umm…ahem, got a little tipsy, but at least I didn’t have to drive (I paid for it the next day). Continue reading “Unity, Classic Cars, Football, and Mind Control”
Half full
I originally wanted to start by writing that the summer is half over, but instead I decided it’s still half full. Right?
I Was Wrong
How many people do you know that are able to humble themselves enough to admit when they’re wrong?
What kinds of situations are there where someone might be wrong?
Insignificant
Whatever you do may seem insignificant but it is important that you do it. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
You never know what results may come of your action(s), but if you do nothing there will be no result. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
Disoriented
I woke up on Monday morning (yesterday) feeling very disoriented. Why?
Take a look at the photo below that I posted as my header back in January.
Prowler
So, I was minding my own business walking the dog. The weather was cold, but not frigid, and dusk would soon give way to the super moon. I’ve never walked Max while listening to music or on the phone, because I believe it’s important to pay attention to the dog and my surroundings. On this particular day, I needed to make an important call. I wore earbuds and was on the phone while maintaining a moderate, steady pace. A man pulled up beside me and rolled down his window.
What’s Your Number?
What’s your phone number? Go ahead, type it out in a comment. No? Why not? What’s that, you say? You don’t want strangers in a public internet forum knowing your number?
