I M Perfect lady

January 2011

  • My feelings are me.

    In reading, “A Course in Weight Loss” by Marianne Williamson, it came to me how we are so untruthful with our feelings, so neglectful, so mean, how we run away ducking and hiding, how the planet at large doesn’t like… Continue reading

  • A Course In Weight Loss

    I am browsing through “A Course in Weight Loss” by Marianne Williamson, some parts I gloss over, and others parts catch my attention. This book and Geneen Roth’s “Woman, Food, and God” both are searching beneath the food and looking… Continue reading

  • Activating Inner Compassion.

    “The Presence Process” by Michael Brown Activating Inner Compassion The Intent to re-establish a loving relationship with our child self activates the procedure of learning how to become our own parent. Connecting with our child self calls us to step… Continue reading

  • Move Accordingly.

    Friendships and relationships are very interesting to me, and me in them. I used to put stock in friendships and work really hard to be a good friend, and even take up the slack of the other, and try harder… Continue reading

  • Supporting only what exists.

    Yesterday I was left with the line, “believing in something that doesn’t exist,” and it showed me the other person in the lie. We tend to blame the liars, but fail to point out the person who is holding it… Continue reading

  • I snapped

    I am thinking that the term, “she just snapped” or “she way flipped out” is used when we have a mental breakdown or a loss of control, and is seen as a negative explosion in your world. But what is… Continue reading

  • Pedals of his Life.

    What a great visual for co-dependency to see a person peddling a bike pulling a trailer with someone sharing the seat, but dragging their feet, a third person giving orders as where and when to stop. The life of a… Continue reading

  • Towing others around.

    Last night I dreamt I was peddling a bike that was pulling a big trailer. On the trailer was my husband a lot of junk. Behind me sharing a seat was an unidentified stranger whose feet kept getting in the… Continue reading

  • Growing Up.

    I heard my own words coming back to me, I listened to what I sounded like, it was a live tape recorder, my son. “You are not listening to me.” “Why are you being so difficult?” “Why do you have… Continue reading

  • The Neglected Child

    “Do not leave child unattended” is a sign that should be on the inside of my eyelids. I was surprised to find that I too was unattended. I was one of the ones she left when she went on a… Continue reading