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As it turns out, today's Halloween message was added
(Along with additional insights) to yesterday's post
And if you ask 'Why would you do such a thing?'
I'd reply:  Please don't ask me to 'seek and find' a logical
Explanation for every train of thought that takes place
Inside a mind that proves as perpetually busy as is true of
Mine, most especially since today is Halloween, suggesting
My having to place the finishing touches on my homemade
Costume in time to enjoy trick or treating with Ravi, who
Along with her mommy and daddy plan to surprise
Papa and Gramma with whom (or what) they've chosen to be—
You see, it's become a fun-filled family tradition to keep
Our choice of costumes secret from one another, knowing
How much our spirits love to feel surprised!
(Hey! When it comes to surprises, what are the chances of
A super spirit's magic wand casting a spell over
The White House, causing the mean-minded attitude that's taken
Hold of our nation to disappear in a puff of smoke and mirrors, opening
The door to our ability to create change for the better?)
Whoops!  Silly me!  Slipped on my rose colored glasses by mistake🎃

MY SPIRIT FEELS BLESSED TO ENJOY PRECIOUS FAMILY AND FRIENDS IN GOOD HEALTH

Once we’d unpacked, last evening, followed by relaxing
With Madam Secretary (DVR’d so as to fast forward through
Commercials, which number far too many to believe)
Will agreed with me when I, switching off
The living room light, expressed my contentment to
Ready myself to enjoy a good night’s sleep in
Our own bed (as invariably proves true no matter how
Enriching our stay proves to be wherever we go), and
Here's why that's true: the welcoming environment that
We’ve created, over the years, offers our homing instinct
Sound reason to blossom anew each time we cross over
The threshold of our front door, and our eyes behold
The eclectic nature of our technicolored abode, which is
Home to an art collection that we've oft been told inspires
The mind's eye to feel as though each piece was specifically
Chosen create the fanciful composition of the whole when
In truth, that was not the case, at all—at least not consciously as
Each piece of sculpture and many paintings, which
Grace the walls as we move from room to room, had been acquired
Here and there throughout the world, attesting to the fact that
Travelers are much more apt to loosen their purse strings when
Far from home than when we happen to saunter too near to
Our desks, where the mind's eye lands upon a stack of bills, soon
To come due, and having awakened well rested, this morning, to
Find a busy day recorded on my calendar, I’ll fill you in on
Whom we were with and why we chose to stay in the Midwest
Longer than usual when I have more than these brief moments to
Reminisce over last week’s events—as for now, let’s choose to make
The most of this brand new, sunny day, which entices my spirit to
Invite yours to arise and take my hand as, together, you and I glide
Ever more naturally toward gifting everyone we happen to meet on
The street, strangers though they may be, with a heartfelt smile as
If warmly conveying:  If time would only stand still, you and I might
Feel inclined to wander into a coffee house, and while lingering awhile
Over a cup of joe, it's not unlikely that we'd find some interest
In common that would spark yet another fast friendship to further enrich
Each other's lives; you see, just like my mother before me, I tend to
Make friends as easily as did she wherever I go, and with today's thoughts of
Heartfelt friendships permeating my present state of mind (which
Has recently experienced sound reason to grow ever more deeply aware of
Life's unpredictability, most assuredly, as we age) I am becoming
Ever more proactive concerning not taking loved ones for granted so as
Not to find my heart flooding with regretful remorse by graciously keeping
My good fortune to openly cherish those I love most, both near and far, in
The forefront of my mind, every day, and though social media tends to get
A bad rep, my heart makes sound use of email and texts to send loving hugs
Soaring, here-there-everywhere through cyberspace as well as funny
Photos that are sure to win a LOL, every chance I get—
Ohhmm ...

This vivacious princess, whose sparkling smile lights up our lives

Sports a crown of bows, every day.  And if we had X-ray vision then
Here’s the wondrous sight that would appear, clear as
A sunny day in May, right before our wonderstruck eyes:
Within Ravi’s crowning glory, your imagination and mine would
Envision a fully charged think tank, gifted by
Mother Nature with DNA that naturally stokes small fry to act upon
Their spirit's capacity to inspire every open-minded adult, who has
The good fortune to converse with a sprite as winsome as Ravi, to
Resuscitate their belief in 'anything is possible' once
The mind’s eye sets its sights upon achieving a mission so heartfelt as to
Forge a magical, never give up connection between
Youthful spirit and wise old soul

As to Ravi's soccer buddy—Emilio’s super charged spirit always inspires
Our spirits to LOL, because the magical essence of his effervescence
Naturally calls forth our own!

Oh!  To sweep aside a world wearied attitude of scepticism in favor of

Viewing the probability of change for the better evolving

Along the historical time line in, what over the long run proves to be

An orderly, step-by-step manner once

Each of us views oneself as proactive participant in creating

The change that we hope for the world!

Oh!  What a fully energized

Wondrously high spirited life beckons to one and all who choose to

Awaken from the sleeping spell, cast upon us, somewhere between

Preschool and high school when someone sat on our rose colored glasses

Cracking the lens through which you and I viewed our self respecting

Birthright of high self esteem, and not until we've been enlightened to

Replace that cracked lens with one that's clear sighted will the path you’ve been

Forging, all along, intersect with mine for sound reason, because

Rather than dark lenses or rose colored glasses, my fully stoked

Heart-mind-spirt connection has been handing out clear-sighted lenses

Left and right, just in the nick of time, since election time is here

And with today's eclectic train of thought pulling into the station

I wish you and all of your super hero princesses and princes

A wholesome, happy Halloween filled with naught but treats!

Circa 1975

                                     

   What could be more spiritually energizing than to set your mind's eye toward

Conscientiously and thus consistently creating heartfelt memories with loved ones

Not by chance but by conscious design—

Ohhmmm ...

THIS WEEK’S SERIES OF LOVE-INS FEELS SUBLIME

For the most part, when by myself, introspection is my natural state of mind
And I believe this has been true since tragedy hit our home when I was three

On the other hand, when enjoying the company of loved ones, my natural
State of mind reflects my spirit’s buoyancy of happiness each time
My heart, diving freely within peaceful pools of love, emerges
Jumping for joy, signifying how thoroughly I enjoy every moment of
Intimacy spent in the company of those whose presence pleasures
My sense of personal well being beyond that which words can convey, which is
Why the sparkle emanating naturally from within the windows to my soul
‘Speaks’ of the pure state of wonderment that permeates my entire being as
Soon as a loved one’s welcoming smile embraces the depths of my delight
Oh—to love as thoroughly as one feels loved feels utterly sublime—
Ohhmm ...

ACTION SPEAKS OF LOVE MORE READILY THAN VOLUMES OF WORDS

No time today to express my thoughts in a post—why not?
Because, over these past several days, we’ve been
Enjoying a marathon of plans with a bevy of
Our closest friends; as to clarifying how that came about
Details, concerning my current thought process will
Follow once this week’s world-wind love-in slows
Down offering my heart reason to reminisce with
Relish over memories consisting of moments enjoyed
With those, whom, over our lifetime, have come to
Feel more like family than some who actually are family
And as we’re about to enjoy time spent with yet another
Couple, who answers to that description, ‘tis time to
Bid you safe keeping till next we meet—
Ohhmm ...

BASHART MEANS ‘MEANT TO BE’

Though I’ve not yet met most of you, and though
You and I will, most likely, not be fated to
Experience that pleasure, face to face
I ‘somehow’ feel so safe in your presence as to
Expose my most personal vulnerabilities without fear of
Negatively focused judgments raining down on my head
And here’s why I believe that’s true:
Somehow, your continued interest in my trains of thought
Makes me feel that if ever we are so fortunate as
To meet, even by chance, our eyes will lock as our
Hearts connect so spontaneously as to find our souls engaging
Intuitively in an intimate friendship as though your
Lust for life and mine are meant to gain in strength from
‘Knowing’ that our troubled world is blessed with
Kindred spirits, here, there, everywhere, who
Choose to participate proactively in creating
Changes for the better that will, over time
Improve the lot of those, throughout the world, who
Seek to connect with those who feel intuitively inspired to
Offering others sound reason to stop wringing
Their hands in despair of ever regaining peace of mind
Because they have no clue, as of yet, that, just as is
True of joy, inner peace is an inside job, suggesting that
Whenevet peace of mind is lost for sound reason
Each of us harbors the innate wherewithal to
‘Seek and we shall find’  the next sunny day, which
Hiding behind a little gray cloud that has sound reason to cry—
For a spell—will surely not remain stuck in
A sad place, forever—and with a cup-half-full attitude in mind
Has today’s train of thought touched upon
The primary reason that compelled me, upon awakening
In a bed in which I’ve never slept before, to reach for
My iPad without so much as a clue as to which insight-driven
Intuitive train of thought felt need to flow freely from within
The depths of my mind through my fingertips, which
Tap-tap-tapped one word after another into my keyboard until
Today’s post, in its entirety, had penned itself so as to
Appear, first on my screen and then on yours so that
We can both see how thankful I feel to know that we have
Chosen to participate in the creation of a circle of
Friendship made up of strangers, which
Extending, naturally and expansively around this
Troubled world of ours, suggests humanity’s communal need to
Place mean-minded, divisive thoughts aside so as to come to
Each other’s aid in time of need in hopes of salving
Each other pain with heartfelt solace during life’s
Most trying times when, otherwise, we might feel utterly
Alone while grieving to recover from whatever feels
Too devastating to bear on one’s own, and if I’d not thought to
Clarify my heartfelt delight in ‘knowing’ that
You and I, strangers though we may be, will grace eachother’s
Lives with lasting friendship—hopefully, forever and a day—
Then your soul may not have experienced reason to feel
Nourished by my soulful belief that our long distance friendship
Serves to sustain each other’s inner strengths in as nurturing
A manner as if we, like Ravi and I, found ourselves relaxing on
A bench by a tranquil pond, engaging in light-hearted
Banter while feeding fresh whole-wheat bread to a flock of
Fine feathered ducks, each time we feel free to thoroughly
Bask in the company of a kindred spirit on a bright, sunny day—
Ohhmm ...

POSTING SNAPSHOTS OF FAMILY FUN-FEST ON MONDAY

Last Friday, Ravi, spying her beloved uncle on the playground, ran squealing

Eyes sparkling with joy toward David after preschool on Spirit Day

(Which is why we’re all seen sporting Spirit Day tees)

Next, we three stopped at the hair salon for me, and when

Ravi says, "I want a hair style, too."

My stylist, having several minutes to spare, makes Ravi's day

Next stop, the playground and duck pond to which I always bring

A fresh loaf of whole wheat bread, knowing that Ravi munches as much as she throws

After Friday night's sleepover, I am awaken bright and early by

A sweet voice saying:  "The sun's up, Gramma, I'm hungry!"

Next up—time to get ready for soccer

After soccer (another goal scored!) Ravi attends a birthday party before returning to

Gramma's where she, Papa and Uncle David play Hover Soccer until—

On Saturday evening, Uncle David's wish for another sleep over with
Ravi comes true, and Sunday brunch with cousins is followed by
Nap time after which we meet up with
Celina and Steven at a pumpkin carving party

As Sunday's sunset signals David to swoop Ravi up into his arms to
Hug and kiss her goodbye, he tells this precocious munchkin
How much he'll miss her until next month's family fun-fest sees him flying in for
Thanksgiving at which time Ravi, winding her arms more tightly around
David's neck, informs Steven that she's flying to the coast, too.

"Bye Bye, Daddy.  I going with Uncle David.  See you at Thanksgiving."

At that we all laugh, except for Ravi, whose

Heartfelt decision is as serious as serious can be
"But—I miss Uncle Barry, Auntie, Tony and Ray!"

Ah—if only granting heartfelt wishes spontaneously proved as simple as

Seen through the inexperienced eyes of a tot, how grand life would be, day after day

On the other hand, reality suggests that, as seen through experiential eyes of adults

Life often proves much more complex than needs be, which is why
We've chosen to adopt an attitude that pays tribute to our good fortunate to
Bask in the afterglow of every family fun-fest, past, while
Looking forward to those planned as the future unfolds
And once again, at the weekend's close we embraced each other along with
The positively focused concept of—balance in all things—
OHHMM ...

FAMILY FUNTIME REKINDLES HEARTFELT FEELINGS OF JOY

David (whose love for Ravi can’t stay away for more than six weeks at a time)
Flew in on Thursday, and ever since then, we’ve enjoyed family fun fests, non-stop
Leaving no time for posting, because all of us have enjoyed get-togethers with
Extended family throughout the weekend, followed by Ravi enjoying sleepovers
With Gramma, Papa, and Uncle David, each evening—in fact we just returned
From enjoying brunch with my niece, nephew and their puppy on
The dog-friendly patio of a local restaurant, and after David, Ravi and Papa enjoy
Hover soccer followed by naps, we’ll be off to meet Celina and Steven at
A pumpkin carving party, so though the tar and feathers still hover in the back of
my mind, my alarm is on hiatus, suggesting why today’s post ends with a heartfelt—
Ohhmm ...

HERE’S HOPING THAT NOVEMBER’S ELECTION RETURNS DO NOT STRIKE OUT MY HEARTFELT CONNECTION TO HOPE

I remember the depth of my disbelief
When trump won the Republican candidacy for President of The USA
That was strike one

I remember the depth of my disbelief
When trump won the office of the Presidency
That was strike two

I hope that when votes are tallied in the aftermath of
November’s election there’s no reason for disbelief to arouse
A hopeless sense of despair based in no change for the better

As to ending today’s post with Hmmm or Ohhmm, neither will
Suffice as long as my sense of disillusioned alarm remains focused
Upon need to tar, feather and run trump and his cronies out of D.C.

Why?  Because nothing stays the same
Over time, everything gets better or worse
So we can’t sit idly by if we hope to remove the ‘i and n’ from insane

THIS MORNING, HINDSIGHT SHONE THE SPOTLIGHT OF INSIGHT UPON ANSWERS TO RIDDLES IN NEED OF RESOLVING AROUND THE WORLD

Yesterday's post proves so improved by insights, which emerged, overnight, as
To consider that train of thought to be brand new in the light of
The bigger picture that hindsight drew together for me, today ...
Ohhmm ...

MOMENTS SPENT IN PRODUCTIVE REFLECTION SIGNAL HINDSIGHT TO EMERGE

As the depths of my angry reaction to kavanagh's appointment to
The Supreme Court (based in the fact that The Senate chose to
Disregard the disrespectful nature of his responses to questions
Referencing his alleged attack upon Dr. Ford's person) was
Exacerbated by trump's public ridicule of Dr. Ford's 'forgetful'
Testimony, the inter-related nature of those events triggered
My most recent episode of PTSD; however, I'm relieved to
Acknowledge that this most current episode did not spin
My psyche toward spiraling so deeply into my own experiences with
Sexual assault, long past, as to dredge up additional layers of
Repressed terror, and here's how I know that deeper truth is true—
Though current events roused repressed anger to spill out of
My depths, compelling my entire being to expel
Emotional reactions, which, feeling self propelled, emerged
As though all on their own, over these last several days, not once did
I feel so personally distraught as though confusing Dr. Ford's
Experience with my own—in short, in hindsight, I clearly see
My reaction as leaning closer to compassion than
Empathy, suggesting a significant step-by-step approach toward
Change for the better sinking ever more deeply within the
Injured portion of my psyche, in fact ...

The balanced nature of my recent reaction centered my sense of clarity
(Upon viewing Dr. Ford's humbled dignity under oath as
Compared to kavanagh's and trump's paucity of such admirable
Character traits) upon triggering my psyche's anger (rather than
Anxiety) to spike, and the fact that my book group gathered to
Discuss a novel, THE GREAT ALONE, by Kristin Hannah, which
Explores commonalities of dysfunctional relationships that inevitably
Evolve within families when negatively charged emotions, secreted
Under the rug, are continually silenced by fear of causing a bully’s fury
To erupt, shattering the fragile illusion of peace that sits gingerly atop
Sudden volcanic explosions of brutality (awaiting each next minute
Infraction of the unspoken rule concerning who reigns supreme) to expel
Molten lava from within the very bowels of a bully, whose untamed
Tantrums, based in emotional immaturity, are set free to impose
Terrorized limits upon anyone whose vulnerabilities quake with
Fear as soon as the self-proclaimed ruler over all so much as hears
The mouse squeak or the chick peep, and as that storyline served to
Fan the fires of my memory (of my grandma's reign of terror)
Reigniting my frustration concerning the hastily contrived kavanagh
Appointment, the intuitive portion of my processor
(Recalling my episode of Takotusubo of two years ago), sat me down
At the computer, over these past few days, in order to flush out
And relieve my entire being of the natural emergence of
Long repressed rage that poured forth from within the depths of
My self respecting core in such a productively pro-active heart-healthy
Manner as to release layers of negatively charged emotion, which
Having remained tightly coiled over many years, proved in need of
Objective review at such a syncopated pace as to keep my promise to
Will that I’d not untap deeply repressed layers of anger so quickly as
To spring a gaping leak in my Line of Emotional Self Control, alerting
My adrenal glands to secrete an over production of self protective
Adrenaline, which, upon geysering out as had happened once before
Would surely overwhelm the pounding nature of my heart to
The point of paralyzing my lower (left) ventricle, landing me in
The ER, yet again, and thus do we come to see how time
Spent in reflective solitude invites negatively charged
Emotion, repressed for sound reason at an earlier time, to friend
My psyche’s well balanced connection to hindsight, which
Automatically switches the spotlight of insight from off to on—
Ohhmm ...

And thus does it become plain to see why so many lay people, like
You and me, have need to know that 'forgetfulness' on the part of
Victims (who unknowingly remain subconsciously haunted by
Deeply repressed memories of emotional, physical and/or sexual abuse) is
Based in our defense system's self-protective manner of siphoning off
Details that would otherwise cause the conscious portion of a person's
Wounded psyche to shrink back from social interactions that
Prove essential to moving forward, successfully, from
One stage of life to the next, and perhaps (as happened to
Me), this pre-programmed safety measure, which, presenting as
A natural force of nature, signaled Dr. Ford's defense system to repress
The sexual attack on her person so as to free the conscious (surface)
Portion of her brain to function 'normally' (whatever that means) in the
Aftermath of a terrifying attack, while internally, her brain had
Continued to harbor the lasting effects of feeling haunted by undiagnosed
Symptoms of PTSD, answering why so many victims of abuse
Fail to come forward to voice their truth for decades until
They, like me, have gained the courage to re-live yesteryear’s
Most deeply painful, perplexing memories in order to
Reclaim chunks of their self esteem, which, like mine, had been
Ripped away before we came to understand the crucial importance
Of developing and honoring the existential nature of
A pair of character traits that rise above commonly held dictates of
Authority, namely: Self respect and Self worth—neither of which
Can be as deeply absorbed within your psyche or mine as we may
Think until our adult processors, acting like looms, have spent
A goodly amount of time weaving together a host of widely coveted
Personal traits in so mature a manner (of listening and speaking) as to
have created a personal tapestry that proves self assured for such
Sound reason that no one can put asunder—
Hmmm ...

As my generation (and yours) is held accountable for carving a path
Of personal safety until precious children, like Tony, Ray and Ravi
Develop a matured sense of emotional security so as to provide
Tomorrowland with open-minded, well-balanced leaders, we can see why
My power of intuition (which communicates clearly with the conscious and
Subconscious portions of my mind and thus knows me inside out) took it
Upon itself to guide each of my sons to develop a healthy respect for
The opinions of others, inclusive of women, by encouraging each one to
Participate freely and wholeheartedly in mutually advantageous, respectful
Discussions with—me, so that as a result of our interactions we each
(Simultaneously) developed the courage necessary to stand up and
Respectfully voice our existential truths aloud whenever any of us feels
Bullied by others, whether those bullies be 'frenemies', teachers, deans
Colleagues, neighbors or embers of our extended family, who have not had
The good fortune to absorb Five Communication Tools that continue to
Provide our immediate family with the agile awareness of setting
A high value upon each other’s deeply considered personal points of view so as
To listen humbly (and thus astutely) to perspectives that may prove to be
More expansive, experientially, than one's own, and as the absorption of
Listening skills and speaking skills is considered a highly valued asset by our
Family's ‘All for one and one for all' attitude, we are often seen
Brainstorming, together, toward resolving conflicts that are bound to arise as
Simplistic situations grow ever more complex, based in the fact that
Our family of five has continued to bear fruit and multiply, suggesting why
It's imperative that conflict resolution tends toward being easy breezy
Rather than growing hot, bothered and long winded, over time—
Ohhmm ...

HEAD HELD HIGH, DR. FORD ...

First off, please—make no mistake—
I'm not about to belabor a point
I'm about to raise two points not yet clarified in previous posts
Firstly, just as is true of children, adults tend to feel all hot and bothered
By a current event until another arises at which time the first seems to
Evaporate into thin air unless you’re directly affected by it’s outcome
Secondly, my pragmatic approach to penning my personal reaction to
kavanaugh’s quick as a wink ascension above his lightening quick
Emotional descent toward the impertinent, defensively childish attitude (which
Placed the suspicious immaturity of his character flaw on center stage) did
Not do justice to the depths of my anger upon observing this man rise to
A prominent, permanent place of power after he'd failed to pass
The litmus test when provoked to defend his reputation in a loose-lipped
Undisciplined manner (unlike the self-disciplined, dignified demeanor of
Dr. Ford, who—like Anita Hill before her, also a victim of sexual harassment at
The hands of a man selected above all others to assume the revered position of
Supreme Court Justice—came forward as a victim of physical abuse (even
Greater than that perpetrated upon women by trump), choosing to place
Her reputation on the hot seat as did Anita Hill due to the fact that both women
Victims of the age-old attitude ‘boys will be boys’ had mustered the courage (twenty
Years apart) necessary to step beyond fear of experiencing repercussions, so
Deeply did both feel compelled to express conscientious need to
Expose the flagrant fouls of bullying power perpetrated by men over
Women as has commonly taken place throughout history whenever
The aforementioned, unspoken attitude: ‘Boys will be boys’ prevails over
Mutually respectful, common decency.  And so, once again, we find
A woman surrounded within a roomful of powerful men, whose disdainful
Attitudes 'accuse' the victim of assuming the role of villain for standing up to
Societal silence so as to name her attacker before he assumes one of
The highest offices in the land of the free and the home of the brave as though
Her testimony, baring the attack on her person, was considered no more
Seriously than that of those women victimized by our nation’s supreme leader, who
Continues to whitewash his loose-tongued rhetoric, caught on tape and
Aired throughout the world, as being no more threatening to the dignity of
Womankind than locker room talk, and though caught with his pants down
trump, a sexual predator, (like kavanagh?), was elected to the highest office in
The land, anyway! What? And if, when interviewed (before the FBI’s
Sham of an investigation of Dr. Ford’s allegations), Anita Hill stated that
She believed that change for the better would see Dr. Ford being
Treated with a greater degree of respect than had been offered to her, and
Then if our supreme leader mocked Dr. Ford before the world at large—how
Angered was I by he who consistently personifies the on-going nature of
Disrespect heaped upon women (as well as most others) that proves as
Blatant as that?  So if, as a survivor of sexual assault, I feel layers of
Coiled rage emerging from feep within my soul, as trump's repetitive
Disrespectful physical and emotional violations perpetrated upon
The vulnerabilities of womanhood are freed to rant, rave and ridicule as
Though he (and men in general) are the victims at hand, then of course
The next generation of womankind can expect to experience the shock of
Finding themselves held literally within the hot handed grasp of power in
The most disrespectful, barbaric possible way known to mankind, namely
Bodice ripping physical force, hand over mouth silencing terrified screams for
Help or yells exposing fury repressed deep within the subconscious portions of
Our minds such as the ones that jar Will awake in the still of the dark when
Nightmares of yesteryear’s attacks upon the terrorized child whom I had been
Loosen the tautly knotted choke hold that has been recently disempowered from
Strangling my anger's self-assertive voice, which no longer feels gagged—at least
Not during wee hours when tearless, night sweats make themselves known, at last!

As to my being healed from experiencing episodes of PTSD?
Intuition suggests that I've been pretty much headed in the right direction
Not quite there yet, though (rather than dreaming that a demon is chasing
A terrified child, who, upon opening her mouth to scream for help, finds herself
Suffering each next nightmarish attack in silence) night screaming with fear
Has morphed into yelling ragefully indicating progress taking place, little by little
And yet, like Dr. Ford, so many details still remain blocked behind
My wall of denial, and speaking of defensive walls of denial—in addition to
Mine and Dr. Ford’s what of kavanagh’s?  What of trump’s?  What of kennedy’s?
clinton’s?  weinstein’s? spacey’s?  countless priests?  cosby’s—who
Thank God is jailed!  What of trump's pay offs filtering through
The inner sanctum of The Oval Office while thomas and kavanagh are benched!
Sitting in time out?  Swapping stories of remorse?  I think not!
Sitting with heads hung down in humiliation, like Tom Duly?  I hope so, for
Sound reason!  (Though I harbor no hope for a remorseful trump, which propels
Me to say:  Bullies of the world—LISTEN UP!  SIT DOWN!
YOUR TURN TO REIGN 'SUPREME' IS FAST COMING TO AN END!
It’s not Dr. Ford who (personifying womanhood's growing sense of self respect
On the rise, yet again) needs to grow up—Senator Hatch!  Ford's maturity ranked
High above kavanaugh's when she came forward—no more a lamb led to
Voice-silenced annihilation—because The Me Too Movement is conjoining with
The Civil Rights’ Movement, at last!  Or at least that's my hope, because
Divided we fail, united we prevail, and with that clearly stated—
Heavens to 'Betsy', where is our nation's flag-maker when the time is ripe for
Readiness to stitch and hoist a rainbow colored flag upon a pole, signifying that
Glass ceilings are readily shattering here, there, everywhere, because—people
Including  The Dreammakers, are people wherever we go, suggesting why
The sky must be the limit for one and all!  As for me, while patiently cheering on
This slow-mo-ever-expanding-movement toward embracing
Change for the better throughout society’s multiple stradas, today’s string of
Insight-laden thoughts has been freed from clamoring for release from
Behind my line of self controlled decorum offering repressed anger sound
Reason to stop churning deep within subconscious tunnels of my brain!
Hooray!  And if, rather than a woman named Annie, I was a sage of a good guy
Named Socrates, all I’d say in the aftermath of KNOW THYSELF would be—
CAESAR, TAKE MY HAND AND LET'S DECLARE:
WE'RE MAD!  VERY, VERY MAD, INDEED!
FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN, SENATORS, GROW UP—LOOK WITHIN—
FACE THE NATION AS DID COURAGEOUS WOMEN NAMED HILL AND FORD!
I'M NOT SAYING LOCK UP trump and kavanagh—I'M SAYING THAT COME
NOVEMBER, ELECT NO FORKED-TONGUE BULLIES WHO CARE NOT
A FIG FOR YOUR FREEDOMS OR MINE, AND HEAVENS TO BETSY,  LET'S DO
WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET OUT THE VOTE AND TAKE PRIDE IN OUR FLAG!

And since giving voice to my fury feels better by far than
Silently choking back coiled layers of repressed anger, day after day
All I have left to say is—WHEW!

PS
When a person who has experienced Takotsubo says that
Swallowing anger is not healthy, over the long run, whereas
Releasing repressed anger in a productive manner is heart healthy, you
Can believe that she knows of what she speaks for this reason:
Coiling layer upon layer of fury within one's brain space leads to
Sudden expulsions of emotionality that prove no more mature than
A power struggling toddler, whose potty mouth has not yet been
Lovingly encouraged to follow in the footsteps of a parent who having
Consistently modeled A Line of Emotional Self Control (while
The think tanks of others are running amuck, like chickens, who've
Literally lost their heads) takes a proactive leadership role while
Engaging in The Cooperation Game, which I've had the good fortune to
Offer to countless families that, over these past forty years, proved eager to
Absorb along with a wide variety of logical problem-solving methods, sweetened
With leadership's respectful sense of humor, and thus has today's insight-driven
Intuitive train of thought spotlighted the fact that all three branches of our
National government need to recreate a bipartisan balance in all things—just
As my homework assignment has been encouraging the emotional portion of
My thought processor to reprocess a rebalanced viewpoint, several times, daily—
Ohhmm ...

RIDDLE—WHAT’S THE OPPOSITE OF GIVING UP?

“Our greatest weakness is giving up
The most certain way to succeed is to try one more time”
   —Thomas Edison

A TEN FROM LEN!

(Ever wonder if the contestants on "Dancing" have ever performed with hiccups?)

WHEN IS THE TIME RIPE TO CONSCIOUSLY VENT EMOTIONALITY, PRODUCTIVELY?

Tomorrow’s post (which I began to pen several days back) has need of a prologue—
Why?  Because Ravi’s preschool has been on Fall break (Fall break from what?  Cohesive learning?  I don’t get it.), and as it’s been my good fortune to enjoy quite a bit of time, over this past week, with this precious child’s sweet natured heart, her inquisitive-eager-to-absorb-everything-she-sees-and-hears mind, and her positively focused, highly imaginative spirit, intuition suggests that completing the venting process has need to wait until time to vent, productively, presents itself, naturally.

Baking pumpkin muffins—Ravi's favorite and Gramma's, too!

A ten from Len!

Having clarified why my heart, mind and spirit experienced sound reason to switch tracks from venting toward consciously appreciating my good fortune to spend as much of my personal time with a person as precious as Ravi (though like all people at all ages, she has her ‘moments’), past experience—concerning holding onto anger, unknowingly, until it bottles up deep inside my subconscious—proved unhealthy, so rather than unconsciously repressing my impassioned reaction to kavanagh’s quick-as-a-blink appointment to the Supreme Court of the land, my conscious decision to vent personal reactions provoked by last week’s events, productively, suggests that any emotionality that emerges naturally while writing will most likely take place when the time is ripe to pen a post without interruption —as for now, I’m off to enjoy Ravi’s weekly soccer game—

PS
Having returned from Ravi's game, I'm glad to say that rainy day soccer saw my grand daughter's pony tails swinging as freely as her spirit was seen springing assertively up and down the field while she participated so wholeheartedly throughout the first half as to have maintained control over the ball until she made a goal, did a victory dance and closed in on scoring two more in a row except for the fact that as she approached the net, her teammate, running along side of her, kicked the next two in.  As munchkins have not yet absorbed attitudes based in teamwork, Ravi's shoulders hunched and her smile turned upside down until her coach, spying her age-appropriate, downcast reaction, ran to her side and won her smile back by offering up one of his own along with a lively high five!  Second half saw Ravi too busy catching raindrops on her tongue to play attentively, and up until a gentle rain turned into a drenching downpour, shortening the end of the game, a good time was had by all—LOL!

As for now,  it's October, worst allergy month for me.
Why?  Grass is being 'rotor-rootered' all over the city landscape
Most especially on nearby golf courses in readiness to
Plant winter lawns, causing my eyes to tear nonstop, which is
Why, at this moment in time, my itchy eyes are longing to
Close and nap in hopes of awakening to find reddened lids feeling
Somewhat soothed as tears, rivering cheekily down my face
Have ceased to flow before we ready ourselves to enjoy
An evening with two couples at a favorite eating spot close to
Home where a birthday and anniversary will be celebrated by all—
As to when my plan to vent suppressed anger, productively, will
Bear fruit?  Hopefully before too long—Seriously—
It's always something, right?  Like the fact that today's video
Meant to be entertaining, is irritating my peace of mind just like
Grass cuttings have been irritating my eyes—Grrr ...

PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM

Rather than asking you to head back to the ranch, I’ve chosen to post insight-driven intuitive additions, which rode out of my think tank on the strong flanked steed of hindsight, this morning—right here, so here goes—

Though readiness to describe my homework assignment, which I've been doing, daily for weeks, is not yet mine (for reasons as yet unknown to me), thank goodness I've been heeding the astute guidance of my therapist, because otherwise, I’d surely have lost hold of my line of self control (and my personal sense of safety, as well) during last weekend when kavanaugh’s confirmation was passed, dividing our nation even more than before.  I mean what woman in her right mind can feel safe while a sexual predator, lording power over all in The Oval Office, appoints a second sexual predator to sit next to a third on the highest court of the land.  And as to innocent until proven guilty, well—I’ve experienced cause to believe that when electing presidents (and senators who then elect our Supreme Court justices), it’s not too much for the general electorate to expect that the sexual history of each of these candidates to public office be above predatory reproach by women who have dated or worked with these men or else we declare open season on the virtue women whereever they go, year after year, being that role modeling leadership filters down from the top.  Seriously, if leadership starts at the top then safe guarding the preservation of the existential freedom and diversity of millions of lives depends upon outing those who get off on secretly bullying the vulnerable.

And having clarified why today’s main point has pricked at my peace of mind throughout the transparent sham of kavabagh’s vetting process, you may want to review revisions made, this morning, to the post published just before yesterday’s was copied and pasted right here—
Hhmm ...

THANK GOODNESS I'VE BEEN KEEPING UP WITH MY HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT

Though readiness to describe my homework assignment, which I've been doing, daily for weeks, is not yet mine (for reasons as yet unknown), thank goodness I've been heeding the astute nature of my therapist’s guidance, because otherwise, I’d surely have lost hold of my line of self control (and my personal sense of safety, as well) during last weekend when kavanaugh’s confirmation was passed, dividing our nation even more than before.  I mean what women in her right mind can feel safe while a sexual predator, lording power over all in The Oval Office, appoints a second sexual predator to sit next to a third on the highest court of the land.  And as to innocent until proven guilty, well—I have experienced cause to believe that when electing presidents and senators, who then elect judges, it’s not too much for the general electorate to expect that the sexual history of these candidates to office be above reproach by women who have dated or worked with them.  Seriously, if leadership starts at the top then the safe keeping of millions of lives depends upon outing those who get off on secretly bullying the vulnerable.

And having said that, you might want to review revisions made this morning to the post published just before this one—
Hhmm ...

HOW DOTH 'ROE VS WADE' EQUATE WITH 'THE RIGHT VS DEMOCRACY'?

Anna North
The Washington Post
October 7, 2018
“... This is the power of #MeToo — it’s baked right into the name. Nearly every time someone has made the difficult decision to open up about harassment or assault, others have been there to say, ‘We support you. We believe you. It happened to us, too.’  Women who come forward about sexual misconduct have always been at risk of, as Dr. Ford put it, annihilation. (Dr. Ford, a professor of psychology, is known to choose her words with préciseness of thought.) They have always faced the possibility that their words will be disbelieved, their pain disregarded, their lives upended — that they will be reduced to a mere footnote in a man’s life.  What’s different now is that, more than ever before, Americans are coming together to resist this annihilation. It may be easy to erase one woman— it’s a lot harder to erase thousands.  Ford’s testimony didn’t stop Kavanaugh from being confirmed. But what she started when she agreed to speak to the Washington Post won’t end today. The midterm elections are coming, and with them the possibility that Republicans at all levels of government will have to reckon with the Senate’s vote. More broadly, a time is coming when powerful people and the institutions that support them are no longer insulated, as they once were, from the voices of those whom they’ve assaulted or harassed. That time has been a long time coming — since 1991, at least, if not before that — and maybe it’s not quite here yet. But it’s closer than ever before.”

Last week, I, being literally unable to
Speak, personified millions (not thousands) of
Women (men and children) who, having
Been assaulted by millions of powerful men
Were not ‘merely’ silenced but annihilated as if
Their lives did not matter, and though The KKK
And neo-Nazis doth not sit upon the highest court in
The land—the fact that thomas and kavanaugh do
Compels my intuitive  voice to say—just as
Black lives matter, the lives of women matter
The lives of gay men and women matter
The lives of all children matter
The lives of Jews, Christians, Muslims
Hindus, Buddhists, agnostics, atheists
Israelis, Palestinians matter—Why?
Simply put, throughout history:
People are people wherever we go
Suggestive of my drawing forth creativity
Day after day in hopes of inspiring thee to agree that
Tis high time to cross the picket line by voting
Your conscience over your party line, noting that
This unpaid political announcement was
Dearly paid for by yours truly when my
Intuitive sense of readiness to confront the depth of
My unhealed terror chose to deposit my unrepressed
(As yet unprocessed) fear of confronting
Further abuse, which, while suppressed from
Conscious memory terrifies every silent survivor of
Sexual assault subconsciously, every day, in
Your hands with hopes that you’ll believe me when
I say that tis no small feat to muster the courage to
Stand on one’s own two feet and face the world at
Large while mustering the courage to gently guide
Defensive fear to step aside so as to make room for
Self assertiveness to voice need for change for the better to
Stand tall and be counted on the Senate’s hallowed
Floor, because, ever since Anita Hill’s self respecting
Attitude freed her voice to rise above victim status
So as to ring out loud across the land of the free and
The home of the brave there’s been standing room only
For millions of us who’d awaited the Senate’s most
Recent ridiculous VOTE with bated breath for this reason:
It is vital to note that this most recent mockery of
Investigative work into kavanagh’s personal judgement (or
Lack of such) was ever meant to equate with a trial to
Convict a man with a price on his head of guilt or
Innocence of a heinous crime committed against a
Person more physically vulnerable than he—deeper truth
Suggests that these proceedings are meant to determine whether
A cool headed processor can cut through the mustard with
Objectivity intact whenever the going in our nation gets rough at
The top, and the fact that we all watched the GOP as well as a few
Donkey Kong players turn a blind eye to one particular, hot headed
Elephant in the room, who'd felt free to defecate defensiveness
All over the senate floor while our elected officials’ (who represent us)
Ignored anxiety spiking, transforming Jeckle into Hyde right before
The world’s wide open astonished eyes concerning that which was
Taking place in the center ring of this week's three ring circus, wrecked
The credibility of he whose natural responses under pressure van not be
Deemed the fittest over all other candidates singled out to be considered
To preside over the highest court in the land, which will determine
Our fate in the years to come as to whether or not we will continue to
Feel free to be you and me, which is why this week’s disgusting
Development leaves me thanking God for the fact that
Readiness for The Me Too Movement to finally arise (as did
David before Goliath), suggesting that the time is ripe for
Equality (which had been raped and plundered repeatedly
Throughout history) to smite the sharpened two-faced tongues of
Those Philistines who mistakenly continue to deceive themselves into
Believing that innocent young maidens, wearing red riding hoods, will
Grow up to become the next generation of handmaidens though
Deeper truth suggests that their grandmothers' terrified tales of
Woe, no matter our nationality or religious affiliation, will
Not die within the tongue-tied choke hold with which PTSD strangles
The blocked memories of survivors concerning where, when and
Who else was in attendance, witnessing our torment, which
Our defense systems may deny our conscious minds clear access to
For many a year until such time as our smart hearts feel compelled to
Untie each of those knotted memories, one by one, until all of
Our mental anxiety, which had kept a child’s innocent self image
Blindfolded, gagged and shamefully shackled to unfounded waves of
Self imposed guilt, which separated our think tanks from
Objective reflections by locking our existential sense of self respect inside
The darkest closet corner within a cabin hidden from presidential ridicule deep
Within Memoryland’s repetitive ‘I forgot’ nightmare just as Mother Nature in
All of her benevolent wisdom had silenced MY memory from remembering
Details so grisly as to save this Red Riding Hood from succumbing to
Self destructive behaviors (other than scratching to get out of my skin) by
Casting a sleeping spell of silent submission over MY head until
My world wearied acceptance of MY past fate gave way, layer by layer, to
Today’s uproarious sense of readiness to recuse WE of the fairer sex from
Genuflecting our heads in sweet silent shameful (?) submission to the
Self-empowered, hot-tempered, inflated insistence of false 'innocence' voiced by
Power mongers, who, like trump, work like CRAZY to withhold details of guilt
(As did—and do—those who still prove guilty of withholding the right to
Vote from Blacks in redneck areas, whose ancestors were enslaved, as well as
Withholding free speech from women, who like African Americans along with(
Minorities, in general, continue to suffer unequal pay and representation in
The workplace and at home (under the 'rule of thumb' of abusive husbands, who
Unconscionably beat their wives and children under cover of respectability while
Their conscience, hidden behind their many layered defensive walls deny
personal accountability) just as the vote had once been denied to any deep thinking
Good soul, whose patient, self-respecting, existential power is finally on the rise—
Amass—and though little has changed for the better between yesterday’s
Asinine vote and today's expressive demonstration of self disciplined indignation
One thing has:  My present frame of mind feels better having had my say concerning
My take on an outdated politically incorrect, flagrantly foul situation that
Continues to play itself out upon one half of the world stage while upon the other
Half we see an ensemble of Brothers and Sisters who, making up
The Civil Rights Movement, The Woman Suffrage Movement, The Workers Movement
The Sharecroppers' Movement standing in solidarity as would a Greek Chorus
Chanting aloud of what's bound to come: The time of readiness to unite is ripe, because
Rather than erecting walls, united we'll number too many to fail to elect
Representatives and Senators who will represent the majority of the people of
The USA with objectivity concerning common sense and mutual respect intact
As history dictates upon the time line, little by little, progress progresses forward
Hmm ...

JUST GOES TO SHOW, WE TURN A DEAF EAR TO TRUTHS THAT WE DON’T WANT TO HEAR

Will and I had the new and improved shingles vaccine, yesterday, and when we were told to expect to feel flu-ish, they weren’t kidding!

Though at first we’d believed that he and I had escaped unscathed (so much so that we’d thoroughly enjoyed the cool down—finally!—at Ravi’s 9am soccer game), both of us began to feel ever more sluggish by late afternoon 😴, so we cancelled our plans with friends for this evening, thinking to relax quietly on our own at an early movie—when—having gotten dressed to leave the house, nausea caught up with sluggishness, and with one look at each other’s faces 😯, we wilted, slipped back into our comfies, and were both lying down by 6pm—🥀

A MINDSET THAT REMAINS TOO NARROWLY FOCUSED IN HOPES OF PERFECTING ONE ASPECT OF LIFE WILL BLOCK OUR PROCESSORS FROM SEEING WHERE AND WITH WHOM OUR MENTAL SCOPE IS IN NEED OF A WIDE ANGLED LENS SO AS TO EXPAND OUR TUNNELVISIONED SIGHTS

As the last two posts were published with a host of typos left unseen by
My mind's eye, the editor, who resides within my thought
Processor’s apartment complex felt compelled to convey this fact to
The writer in me:  During the writing process, the narrowness of
My original focus had concentrated solely upon stringing together
A series of interrelated insights as fast as each one popped out of
My toaster thus blocking my think tank from sighting
Many grammatical errors, which, upon hindsight’s expansion of
My narrowly-sighted connection to clarity, came clearly into
View once my need to recreate a well balanced viewpoint between
Logic and emotional clarity inspired my emergent sense of hindsight
To feel compelled to repair that which had been left undone, post
Haste, which is why my brain, functioning as a rebalanced
Machine made up of many working parts, saw fit to simplify
The reader’s foray into the depths of my mind by way of
Concentrating upon today’s editing process in which contextual
Complexity was simplified by offering you clear shots of
Content, punctuated carefully by way of correcting
Errors in grammar, which had originally been sent into
Cyberspace, hit or miss, for sound reason—
Ohhmm ...

YESTERDAY’S POST SWELLED WITH INSIGHTS, OVERNIGHT

Just want to convey the fact that yesterday’s post continues to
Draw the intuitive portion of my processor into its magnetic field where
An ever lengthening train of inter-related thoughts is hungrily
Swallowing, digesting and absorbing additional insights into
My long term memory as though my processor’s ever expanding
Scope has need to satiate its hunger for peace of mind by continuing to
Advance my awareness ever more readily toward grasping
Deeper truths, which having ripened on the vine, over time, seem intent
Upon inspiring my sense of courage to challenge my sights to spy
New horizons, which are certain to emerge, one after another, as though to
Entice my mind's eye to grow ever more attentive each time the sun
Comes up high overhead in the sky as though signaling my think tank to
Spotlight the existence of a never ending series of tomorrows, each of
Which serves to warm my soul toward need to satisfy my heartfelt
Desire to digest each morsel of emotional nourishment, which, having
Been intuitively absorbed ever more deeply into my growing sense of
Self awareness, taps into my processor’s natural acuity to readily
Strip away at each next misperceived layer of undeserved guilt, which
Has denied my spirit the lightness of being to rejoice over love’s
Bountiful blessings feeling free of the primary inner conflict, which had
Erected a wall of silence, born of my childhood fear of
Emotional abandonment, based in my self-incriminatory, imperfect
Unworthiness to receive love, which had seemingly solidified
My defense system's need to construct a false front of emotional security so
As to mask my repressed fear of feeling myself set adrift through life’s roughest
Rapids without so much as a paddle, which, had someone handed one to me
I’d most likely have raised above my head to strike myself with harshly for being
Imperfectly human rather than humbling my ego to think to ask for
Directions concerning how best to put the paddle to good use so wisely as to
Captain my sturdy craft to head straight for the shoreline where an intuitive sense
Of mindful (rather than pretensive) emotional security awaited to embrace
My connection to wholeness home—and with today’s positively focused
Constructive attitude clearly expressed, thank goodness, we find ourselves
Cruising down the river of life, one day dawning at a time, just like
Insights lining up, each one stringing itself alongside the last while
Eagerly awaiting the next as though our think tanks were meant to calmly collect
And string together a colorful set of deeper truths worn lightly to replace
The heavy yoke of undeserved guilt that serves to add extraneous 𝓦𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 to
Life’s most contradicting brain teasing puzzle pieces until a child's smarts
Grow up and are put to the test of thinking out of the box so as to rearrange
Those puzzle pieces in such an intuitive manner as to draw forth
Bigger pictures that serve to guide your mind and mine toward identifying
Each piece of childhood’s wide-eyed assortment of emotional baggage that doth
No longer weigh down our spirits’ need to soar mindfully above
The bellowing, negatively focused, unmerciful attitude of self demeaning
Condemnation that’s pointedly indicative of the reflective effects that inherently
Keep our smarts stuck in the mud, duking it out with the classic power struggling
Side of human nature, where your inner beast and mine (which reside deep within
Our brain stems)  await to be unshackled from our walls of denial so as to
Bite, prick, pierce, pinch, punch, kick box, wrestle and scratch beneath
The surface of any good person’s peace of mind who so much as dares to stand
In our way of satisfying natural needs that having remained unmet, tend to
Grow so insecure during childhood as to advance toward overbearing
Proportions during adulthood until deeper truths, traveling credibly through
Insight-driven intuitive pathways, carved painstakingly into our brains, speak
Clearly and patiently so as to guide your think tank’s readiness and mine to
Come together, one bite-sized deeper truth at a time, thus offering
Your heart's desire and mine answers to classic questions left in the dark until
Each next deeper truth is freed to shine forth from within the complex depths of
Two old souls, both grown so naturally bold as would a pair of sunbeams, offering
Both think tanks sound reason to see need to muster the courage and
Humility to break through the bonds of silence imposed by dark clouds of
Childhood’s resurfacing fear of re-experiencing the irretrievable loss of
Parental emotional rejection, thus gifting a good person such as you prove to be with
The emotionally matured sense of readiness to rouse your intuitive powers to
Speak as naturally and freely to my heart as clearly as mine patiently continues to
Honor the magnetic field that draws my processor toward 'speaking'
My deepest truths so calmly as to gently penetrate your mind’s defensive wall of
Denial behind which I feel the depths of your heart, soul and spirit
Breathing me in, day after day, while I ask to receive nothing in return for
Being there for you until your natural sense of readiness to voice
Your heart's deepest desire emotes as freely from within
Your soulful sense of emotional security as is true of mine—
Ohhmm ...

WITH READINESS, A HEALTHY WELL-SPRING GEYSERS UP—NATURALLY

My weekend on the coast offered up much more than I’d anticipated
Why?  A door swung open inside my head freeing my processor to
Relieve my heart of painful emotional history that had clogged
The loops of my brain (like unhealthy plaque clogging vessels) with
Excess baggage, which poured forth from my depths as naturally as
Old Faithful geysers up from a well spring deep within Mother Earth ...
And as I’m still enjoying time with my dear college friend, having
Readied myself to fly home in a matter of hours—more later—
Why more later?  Because now that this door has readily opened as
Though all on its own, insights repressed for many years are sure to
Emerge and clamor for deeply considered absorption once
My peaceful home environment offers my think tank time to relax while
Intuitively reviewing and reconsidering conversations, which my healthily
Healing connection to wholeness had clearly absorbed just as I’d consciously
Absorbed every visceral reaction over these past several days that breathed
Sighs of release each time my intuitive voice offered my sense of
Wholeness (well grounded in the emergence of one deeper truth after another)
Sound reason to feel ever more relaxed as layers of muscle tension, based
In inner conflict (beginning at the age of three), melted clearly away as word
By word dropped off of my tongue as if a pointed icicle (which had pricked at
My subconscious layers of undeserved guilt) is wont to do on a warm sunny
Day, and as the piercing nature of this icicle transformed pointedly into
Clearly soothing streams of emergent deeper truths, the traffic jam, causing
Head on collisions between my childhood’s foggy, self demeaning misperceptions
Concerning my self conceived role as our extended family's idealistic fixer vs
Today’s adult, whose expansive dives into my past have continued to project
The ongoing development of the emotionally mature person whom I continue to
Grow toward being by seeking to absorb the self awareness that proves
Necessary to inspire my conscious mind to draw forth insight-driven
Trains of thought, which are sure to emerge during moments of solitude, which
My think tank naturally craves in the aftermath of any emotional encounter that
Proves so intensely visceral as to clue my think tank into the fact that yet another
Welcome change for the better, which has been taking place, over time, deep inside
My brain, has shifted an attitude that, having been born of subconscious fear of
My own personal imperfections long repressed from conscious awareness, has, upon
Full disclosure to me (over these past several days), stepped to one side so as to
Stop blocking my mental acuity from developing the readiness to divest me of
My childhood need to silence the self-assertive portion of my voice, which, over
The weekend, clearly spoke up, thus expressing exactly what I feel to
My neicce and nephew, whose hearts have yearned to absorb the depths of
My deeply considered emotional reactions, which, no longer fearing exposure
Flowed so naturally from within the depths of my mind's eye as to invite their
Hearts and minds to conjoin with mine as we three ventured ever so
Courageously into the holy sanctuary where deeper truth, cleansed of yesteryear’s
Emotional pain, resides within the cellar of every apartment complex that
Makes up every brain that houses the courage to peer ever more deeply inside until
The door to your personal need to freely and boldly identify, explore, reconsider and
Release childhood’s misperception of your existential expression of self expands so
Securely (thus clearly) before your wide open eyes as to invite your highly personal
Connection to wholesome wholeness to rest awhile until your adventurous spirit
Feels need to search for deeper levels of living your life so meaningfully as to
Follow your brain’s intuitive voice ever more securely into
The great unknown, which has been safely harbored within the inner sanctum of
The subconscious portion of your memory bank, all along, suggesting tha
The main root of your primary inner conflict, repressed (since childhood) has
Been hiding, biding its time to ripen on the vine, until the middleman (your
Intuitive voice) feels ready to act as the conveyor belt that passes information
Repressed within the depths of a child's subconscious, ever so carefully through
The connective tunnels that wind this way and that through your brain so as to
Reach the conscious portion of your processor, which, serving as the humbled
Receptacle into which deeper truths are (no longer empowered to scare
Your decisions into mental submission as had been true whenever your mind
Flooded with anxiety, had succumbed to need to herd solely within the narrow
Dictates of your birth family's black and white definitions of 'rights and
Wrongs'), are finally deposited, safe and sound, and since the deepest of truths
Eventually emerge to set us free to be you and me, scary memories squirreled
Away from conscious cognition emerge, layer by layer, once your secured
Sense of emotionally matured readiness proves the deepest truth of all to be
Much more your articulate friend than your silent, self defeating foe (who
Had landed a lifetime of low Undeserved blows directly at your most
Admirable, hard won character traits—Hmmm ... ‘‘tis becoming clear that
Today’s string of emergent intuitive insights is the tip of the iceberg that’s
Bound to melt so as to carry our life raft—I mean this blog—toward
The segway of the river where rapids, continuing to loosen one rocky
Reason after another that had caused a child to fear capsizing
The family's carefully constructed (self deceiving) floatation device
Fabricated of layers of denial in which natural emotions that society’s
Hypocritical dictates have twisted and turned into travesties of that
Which comprises our ‘real’ selves, have woven a web in which everyone of
Us remains caught—until every emotion that is natural to humankind's
Brain stem (from birth to death) has been freed from judgmental condemnation
So reviled as to live and breathe within the mind’s eye's resident apartment
Complex where love and passion, brainstorming ever more cooperatively with
Common sense and self control, reside in harmony, much more often than
Not—and wouldn't this be an idealist's world if that wish came true, today ...
Ohhmm ...