Over the years, I’ve come to understand why exercising my mind with positive thoughts keeps my brain as healthy as is true of exercising the rest of my body (not to be confused with over thinking or over exercising).
As to negatively focused ‘what if’s’, most of them prove to weigh heavy on our spirits unnecessarily since so many never come to fruition, and therefore they do nothing but stress us out, unproductively.
At each stage of our lives, the human condition remains peppered with complications and riddled with unknowns. So it’s reassuring to know that upon gaining the maturity to muster the courage and humility necessary to openly identify, understand and confront our own deeply repressed (hot mess) of unresolved personal issues, a commotion of emotions will no longer feel need to burst out of you (from time to time), based in this fact: As subconscious distress lessens, your think tank will feel less and less inclined to open your mouth and spew out conflicting emotions, which had wrestled for dominance over your thought processor.
You see, every over-reaction (that makes everyone run for covet) indicates that too many unexpressed emotions have remained repressed, suppressed and restrained until, unexpectedly, they all burst out, at once! Wow! Once that last straw flips the switch, Mr. Cool’s transformation into hot headed Hyde right before your astonished eyes is indeed a scary sight to behold!
Something tells me that this post is leading us toward unveiling the profound nature of thoughts that will enable me to retire my inner control freak so as to live my life peacefully and contentedly rather than fearfully or fretfully once I return home where reality awaits to overwhelm my think tank unless my heartfelt determination to feel content continues to deepen my conscious awareness of the natural coalescence of my inner strengths in hopes of empowering my spirit to dominate emotional uprisings associated with death and dying, (which, as we know, is beyond my control).
Many posts back, I compared my coalition of inner strengths to the deep, far reaching network of roots that empowers a mature tree to securely withstand the high speed winds of a sand swirling HaBoob (humungous desert dust storm).
Amongst the core strengths that I’ve come to value most are my close relationships with family and friends, whose protective rootedness—having wound lovingly around my own—continues to stand the test of time, fortifying me to withstand whatever may come.
Below you’ll see a many branched tree with roots running so deep as to have empowered the core of its trunk to withstand a wind storm so violent as to have pulled the roots of several trees in the vicinity of my son, Steven’s office, right out of the earth, and standing at a safe distance away from the window, my son video’d the wild intensity of the wind flinging this particular tree trunk, back and forth (as easily as a child swinging a rag doll) while drivers—who had wisely turned off their engines and lights after pulling over to the curb—felt deeply relieved of personal injury being that this specific tree trunk had not broken loose so as to fly through the air and crash land onto the roof or the hood of their cars, smashing windows and mangling the smooth shiny metal of their vehicles beyond repair.
While viewing Steven’s video, taken earlier this week from within the safety of his law office, imagine this tree representing my deeply repressed reaction, each time the fickle finger of fate flings another malignant tumor surgery at the coalition of my inner strengths … then picture me standing up in the aftermath of each surgical procedure, giving heartfelt thanks for having been raised by loving parents who’d encouraged me to develop positively focused roots, a strong spirit that felt need to take wing and a support system extraordinaire led by my beloved husband and incomparable sons …
Annie
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