I've not had time to write a new post, because intuition continues to guide my mind toward revising the previous post whenever time permits, and writing time has proved short, because I'm truly enjoying every day spent with our treasured snow bird friends, more than words can say.
Yesterday, they played witness to why our darling Ravi wins smiles, laughter and hearts wherever she goes. One of my friends ( all of whom are grandparents) exclaimed: Watching Ravi is better than watching TV.
And now, tis high time to get my happy sense of perkiness in gear, because coffee refuses to perk until my mind, body and spirit make a bee line toward the kitchen where stirrings suggest that my friends are up for whatever we choose to do with this lovely, brand new day ...
BTW, in case you wonder who writes my blog, the true me or my persona, please feel assured that what what you see of me is who I am, straight down to my core, and here is how I know that is true, through and through. The fact of the matter is this: When misery was buried behind the mask of my smile, I could not show emotion, which proved so deeply repressed that I could not feel its presence. Once the lock on that hidden door, behind which subconscious fear and unhealed sadness had been anesthetized, I regained conscious awareness of every emotion as thoroughly as is true of a very small child, and once EMDR therapy enabled me to complete that change for the better, session by session, my self protective mask no longer felt necessary, and thus was my persona slowly, gently and compassionately ... euthanized ...
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