Please make no mistake, I'm not suggesting that logic did not succumb to fear. Because it most certainly did. What I am suggesting is that we refer to inner strengths for sound reason :)
So, here's what I'm aiming to say, clear as rain, today: When fear struck such a mighty blow as to suck in logic, the sum of my strengths did not dry up or disappear into thin air. Rather than becoming subservient to terrorist attack, my strengths converged within the darkest corner of my mind as though formulating an underground movement, which, led by my spirit's NGUOUY attitude, fought valiantly back while observers, who could not see into me, wrung their hands, fearing that this unnamed terrorist, which none could see including me, had already succeeded in wrestling the best of my independent spirit to the mat, when in truth, the true state of my mental acuity was bound and determined to win the last round that ended this deeply personal war of wills, which continued to test the fortitude of my strengths for several weeks.
And if you'd like to know how I know full well that what I say, today, is true, well ... Seeing is believing, so please stick close, and you'll be bound to see how my spirit rose above the fray, leading the sum of my strengths to duke it out with overwhelming fear until self trust wrestled Goliath to the mat ...
Whoops! There I go, letting today's train of thought run so free as to get too far ahead of my plan to relate my story in an orderly, step by step fashion ... and to that end, tis time to caution my mind to call forth the strengths of patience and self discipline, yet again :)
As to answering yesterday's riddle (If my well developed, oft practiced strengths remained intact then what imploded in their stead?) … well … today's train of thought has not yet pulled into its station, suggesting that we muster patience in hopes that yesterday's riddle will be answered tomorrow. Why? Because our house is filling up with homing instinct :)
Since our family takes the meaning of Thanksgiving literally, we create a safe haven in which loved ones gather and partake in our traditional roll-of-the-dough, pre-holiday fest, where adults laugh and tease each other, good-naturedly, while children, perching on stools, brandishing marble rolling pins, connect with several generations, who, standing around the center island, take turns, rolling, stuffing and frying potato knishes enough to serve an army, and having glanced at the clock, which reminds me of making timely airport runs, it's plain to see why time to write is short, so I'd best press pause on today's train of thought, for now … :)
(BTW ... Our knish rolling evening was no party for me during those early years when, in addition to the rest of my super busy life, I'd worked till late at night to accomplish the entire task on my own. As knish-making had been Will's family's tradition, something [called resentment, firing up inside me] had to change for the better ... So with insight into that awareness, my mind called upon its creative director to transform a time-consuming task, step by step, into a festive, pre-Thanksgiving occasion enjoyed by the entire flock. Once my spirit had thought to fire up creativity, that dark spot in my mind, which had caused my smile to droop, brightened for all time. And the more my spirit shone with delight, the more others chose to rally round, and some even stayed to tidy up :)
So, here's what I'm aiming to say, clear as rain, today: When fear struck such a mighty blow as to suck in logic, the sum of my strengths did not dry up or disappear into thin air. Rather than becoming subservient to terrorist attack, my strengths converged within the darkest corner of my mind as though formulating an underground movement, which, led by my spirit's NGUOUY attitude, fought valiantly back while observers, who could not see into me, wrung their hands, fearing that this unnamed terrorist, which none could see including me, had already succeeded in wrestling the best of my independent spirit to the mat, when in truth, the true state of my mental acuity was bound and determined to win the last round that ended this deeply personal war of wills, which continued to test the fortitude of my strengths for several weeks.
And if you'd like to know how I know full well that what I say, today, is true, well ... Seeing is believing, so please stick close, and you'll be bound to see how my spirit rose above the fray, leading the sum of my strengths to duke it out with overwhelming fear until self trust wrestled Goliath to the mat ...
Whoops! There I go, letting today's train of thought run so free as to get too far ahead of my plan to relate my story in an orderly, step by step fashion ... and to that end, tis time to caution my mind to call forth the strengths of patience and self discipline, yet again :)
As to answering yesterday's riddle (If my well developed, oft practiced strengths remained intact then what imploded in their stead?) … well … today's train of thought has not yet pulled into its station, suggesting that we muster patience in hopes that yesterday's riddle will be answered tomorrow. Why? Because our house is filling up with homing instinct :)
Since our family takes the meaning of Thanksgiving literally, we create a safe haven in which loved ones gather and partake in our traditional roll-of-the-dough, pre-holiday fest, where adults laugh and tease each other, good-naturedly, while children, perching on stools, brandishing marble rolling pins, connect with several generations, who, standing around the center island, take turns, rolling, stuffing and frying potato knishes enough to serve an army, and having glanced at the clock, which reminds me of making timely airport runs, it's plain to see why time to write is short, so I'd best press pause on today's train of thought, for now … :)
(BTW ... Our knish rolling evening was no party for me during those early years when, in addition to the rest of my super busy life, I'd worked till late at night to accomplish the entire task on my own. As knish-making had been Will's family's tradition, something [called resentment, firing up inside me] had to change for the better ... So with insight into that awareness, my mind called upon its creative director to transform a time-consuming task, step by step, into a festive, pre-Thanksgiving occasion enjoyed by the entire flock. Once my spirit had thought to fire up creativity, that dark spot in my mind, which had caused my smile to droop, brightened for all time. And the more my spirit shone with delight, the more others chose to rally round, and some even stayed to tidy up :)
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