Some day, I'll seek out the expertise of an editor, empowered to condense my need to pen 'safe haven' from thousands of times to ten or twenty, but for now, those words will be expressed whenever my need for self comfort shields my heart from racing in an unhealthy manner as attacks on my character have not yet ceased ...
Again, please do not see this post as portraying your friend, Annie, as a victim wailing her fate but rather imagine a woman, who chooses to weather the thunder and lightening of emotional storms by standing under Gandhi's umbrella where she maintains her focus upon the inner strength of this sage's mantra:
Be the change you seek for the world ...
Interesting that, once again, loved ones are cautioning me to gain a pound or two, suggesting that, perhaps, Gandhi did not have to work at starving himself. Perhaps, the heavy weight of unexpressed emotional reactiveness sat so heavy on his mind that the hunger center of his brain had naturally depressed all awareness of appetite, as is true of mine, at times when my intuition senses danger closing in, causing my energy source to concentrate solely on diving into the deep end of my mind until I can fathom my best course of action.
Sorry for postponing the story of Grandma Bailey's and Grandpa Yacob's earliest days of wedded bliss, which turned a corner, early on, when this pair of young lovers had been torn apart by a sudden, totally unexpected, seven year separation, the details of which will appear on your screen and mine, tomorrow.
Be the change you seek for the world ...
Interesting that, once again, loved ones are cautioning me to gain a pound or two, suggesting that, perhaps, Gandhi did not have to work at starving himself. Perhaps, the heavy weight of unexpressed emotional reactiveness sat so heavy on his mind that the hunger center of his brain had naturally depressed all awareness of appetite, as is true of mine, at times when my intuition senses danger closing in, causing my energy source to concentrate solely on diving into the deep end of my mind until I can fathom my best course of action.
Sorry for postponing the story of Grandma Bailey's and Grandpa Yacob's earliest days of wedded bliss, which turned a corner, early on, when this pair of young lovers had been torn apart by a sudden, totally unexpected, seven year separation, the details of which will appear on your screen and mine, tomorrow.
Upon awakening each morning, I have to write what I feel the need to express, and today, this was it.
PS
Though love between two cousins may have been seen as wayward by many, experiential truth suggests that when love is as soulfully pure as that which had connected Bailey and Yacob, thoughts of waywardness do not make sense, especially when heartfelt reflection suggests that upon combining my grandparents' many strengths, their gene pool enabled their offspring to grow up to be as strong and smart as most human beings … and as an aside, my grandparents' descendants enjoy many in-jokes about the fact that all of us are each other's cousins, once, twice, or three times removed … for example, when my mom had reason to admonish me during my youth, I'd respond, tongue in cheek: I don't have to listen to you, because everyone in our family has been related for generations—you're the newcomer, who married in … and as that always made Mom laugh, I'd be forgiven for small transgressions against family tradition, which had been upheld as though written in stone.
PS
Though love between two cousins may have been seen as wayward by many, experiential truth suggests that when love is as soulfully pure as that which had connected Bailey and Yacob, thoughts of waywardness do not make sense, especially when heartfelt reflection suggests that upon combining my grandparents' many strengths, their gene pool enabled their offspring to grow up to be as strong and smart as most human beings … and as an aside, my grandparents' descendants enjoy many in-jokes about the fact that all of us are each other's cousins, once, twice, or three times removed … for example, when my mom had reason to admonish me during my youth, I'd respond, tongue in cheek: I don't have to listen to you, because everyone in our family has been related for generations—you're the newcomer, who married in … and as that always made Mom laugh, I'd be forgiven for small transgressions against family tradition, which had been upheld as though written in stone.
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