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.
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.
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?
I often think deep. I observe mine and others’ behavior, then analyze. This is the theme of my blog, thinking deep, introspecting and discovering ways to overcome. I rarely run out of ideas. My poor husband has to hear my analyses just about every day at dinner or in the car.
Whatever annoys you most in a person, is in you.
How dare you say that I’m like that person. I’m so much better than that.
I have lived three lifetimes.
No, this is not a post about reincarnation. I really have lived three lives as this Lori person.
I’ve debated whether to publish this post. It’s a bit vulnerable for me. I’ve decided to share it for anyone else who can relate, and for the assurance that life can get better.
Side note: I’m a little late with this post. I got to enjoy having people to celebrate my birthday with now that I’m back near family and friends. The week long celebration (with different people each time) is over now, and I have good memories left in its place. Now, onto my three lifetimes.
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It was one of those days. You know, when things just don’t seem to be going right. I don’t mean that everything was going wrong, really. Physical things actually went pretty smoothly. It was my interactions with humans that took a turn for the worse that day.
My fellow bloggers . . . you are amazing. To all of you who read and commented on my post, Too Much Darkness, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your comments soothed my soul.
The comments got me thinking deeper. I could feel that all of you felt as I do, hurt down to the core for what is happening in our society (terrorizing attacks), but you knew better how to move on. I was stuck in place.
My blog’s most common theme is to look in inward for answers to anything outward that is troubling. So, I asked myself, why am I so driven to find answers about the Las Vegas tragedy? Why can’t I move forward?
The true profession of man is finding his way to himself. ~ Hermann Hesse
Sensitivity. Yeah, I’ve got that.
I have a high sensitivity to emotion, both my own and other people’s. In fact, I used to often hear the phrase, “You’re too sensitive.”
This isn’t a complaint post about stupid or rude people. And, I’m not asking if people think about jobs, daily chores, or to set their DVR.
I mean, does anyone ever think deeply and wonder about their place in the world? Didn’t philosophers once ponder the meaning of life? Does anyone ever do that these days?
In case you missed my post on Saturday, I entered my first online poetry contest on the Best New Poems site. I’d sure love for you to cast a vote for me. Once you get there, click one of the social media buttons at the bottom of the poem.
In asking for your help with votes, I can’t help but think of this Chicago song (below) from 1977. Thank you to all who voted for me.
Anything in life that we don’t accept will simply make trouble for us until we make peace with it. ~ Allen Reid McGinnis