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  • Walk in Easily.

    In discoverying that Judgment is actually a decision making event and living with the affects it has your actions…I also see how it clearly shows…what two things you need to decide upon.

    If there were no choices, there would be no need for decision…or "Judgment".

    In families, it is seen as being loyal and loving towards family, if you don't ever change your mind about people who are blood relatives.  Family IS Family, period.

    It is better to only see one choice…Family…and rally and fight to keep this first image alive…than it is to have actual boundaries and standards…(choices).

    How many of us put up with behaviors from families, that we would never tolerate from 'friends' or even strangers?

    We tolerate it and call it 'unconditional' love.  

    One of the most damaging things that we took from our parents home was the fact that my mother had no boundaries, no limits, no set point, nothing.  Anything was permitted by her husband, and she remained a loyal to 'their love' and marriage.  No matter how disloyal and hurtful he was, no matter the amount of damage he inflicted, she stayed loyal, like a blind dog to all his faults. Or worse, 'blessed them away'.

    So she was a blind dog who could see…active denial.

    This type of 'loving' is what she gave us as an example for love.  My father did all sorts of unloving things and it didn't change how she treated him…her tolerance for unloving actions told us it was NOT loving to change her mind.

    Instead she changed her mind on what he did.

    She removed the flaws and bad behavior with the forgiveness of sins….she forgave and forgot and moved back onto the landscape of nice and loving.

    She never let herself stay with the negative…she moved on.  

    Moved away from his negative behaviors.  She never barked or acted mean…she was always the faithful dog…loving the one who hurt her.

    So, there never was two choices, she quickly did what she needed to do to be the loving faithful wife.

    Now, my siblings are doing the same thing…being loving kids…overlooking the negative to have a positive relationship…if that is even possible?

    I told my brother, I don't care if I get an F as daughter, but I have boundaries within relationships.  I have expectations and standards and I will not lower the bar to the ground so family/friends can roll their butts over the line.

    What is see in dysfunctional families is the lack of a bar… so they don't then have to decide who makes it over or who falls short.  

    There will be no choices if you don't have standards.

    All types are welcome.

    Treat me kind or treat me mean…I will remain faithful always.

    Faithful to the family. Blood is Blood!

    Family is family…is a refrain I have heard repeated in its disloyal strength…

    They see me as being very cold and heartless and Judging…when I kick family out…for not reaching my bar.  

    I am not a family player.

    How dare I set a bar at all??? Who do I think I am that I can set limits for them to aspire to or fall short of?

    How difficult it has to be for your children to have this bar…to worry about falling short of the bar…

    And, I see their bars on the ground and wonder how they can live like that?

    How can you let anyone into your home?  How can you allow any types of behavior tag on to the backs of family and not flick and eyelid?  How is it okay to accept all and call it love?

    Really?

    All behaviors are loving behaviors?  

    Only God gets to decide (judge what is a bad behavior…you can't?

    This leaves you sitting bar less…like a faithful dog hoping that no one will hurt you…powerless without a protective fence.  Hoping for a loving relationship to bloom…someday.

    It is like you are the dog and the dog owner…and you have chained yourself to people who are hurting you…but hoping they don't.

    All I know, is that I lived both ways…and I prefer having my bar off the ground. To know I have the power to move away from people who hurt.  

    I am glad I have the ability to make decisions…that I don't have to be in relationships with people who hurt me.

    And let me tell you it hurts more when family hurts you…than if a complete stranger lies…or betrays you.  

    But, I also know by setting boundaries, I am teaching my children to not be a helpless dog…that you don't have to continue to love those that hurt you.

    I am showing them a new pattern….one that I wasn't given.

    I know family is family…until they hurt you…then we get to decide again.

    I can only see hurt being healed if the one who hurts you works to change their behavior, learns that it isn't okay to hurt family.

    Hurting families are abusive families.

    You simply can't get a loving family without boundaries.

    We were taught in the church and in our abusive home, that you are not worthy of setting you own boundaries, of having a set of standards that may exclude some….

    Many see me as being alone and isolated for my bar is too high. 

    Really?  Too high…so not to let pedophiles and cheaters in?  Really that is too high?

    And I ask, how low is your bar if they can walk in easily?


  • More Worthy than me.

    I noticed something about the "after the shopping trip" feeling that was different…especially a trip that was 80% purchases for me…and about 75% fluffy things, not necessities.

    In the past, I typically had to 'have a reason' to buy what I buy or perhaps it is more like justification, making sure not to 'over indulge' myself…and this time, it carried a new energy.

    My girls and I spent a day shopping.  I had a couple of things I needed, but mostly it was a girl get together day…us out with each other seeing new things and going to dinner…but, I kept tripping over great things for Me…and in the past, I would talk myself out of it and let them stay in the store. This time, if it was perfect for me, I bought it. 

    I didn't go crazy, but I did indulge in things I LOVE…and I didn't have buyers remorse after.  I almost put a few items away for Christmas…."from Santa", but I couldn't decide what I didn't want now….so, I put them all into the 'for use now' flow of me.

    I went into a store called "Teavana" for a cup of tea and came out with a cool tea steeper for loose tea and a canister of a great blend of tea. Who knew such a deal even existed. But, today I have had two great cups of that Tea and I Love my new loose tea maker!

    I found wonderful leather gloves for delivering mail, expensive but wonderful smelling perfume, some lotions and potions for my face… a comfy robe for after work relaxing….a designer purse with butter soft leather….and things like that.

    And, all I truly felt was delight for having them…for them being available for me…it was a mutal attraction…and I didn't resist.  Nothing inside of me was whispering "you don't need it" or stopping me from fully receiving.

    I may have spent more than usual on me, but the bigger thing was I accepted and embraced fully my worthiness to receive.

    The energy was about me loving the product…and the product didn't have a job to make me feel anything.  A secondary layer was missing.

    Just me enjoying the new item.

    There wasn't any pressure on the item from me…

    The secondary energy feeling of needing it or needing the feeling of it….etc was not there.  What was there was pleasure in receiving….being able to fully appreciate ITS worth, not what it could do for me.

    I am once again not sure If I can articulate the complete turn around feelings about a product, but the subtle energy was missing.

    I just fully was able to own my purchases as gifts for me.

    Even If I was the gift giver and the receiver.

    There was a joy in finding the perfect gift to give myself.

    I loved shopping for me, for I was such a good receiver.

    When I read about the psychological meaning of blood clots, it said, "Closing down the flow of joy." 

    I now know what it feels like to able to receive Joy…and own that I am worthy.

    What else was unusual, is that a feeling of knowing would happen…a joy of seeing an item for me.  Where in the past I was seeking it, now it seemed the items were seeking me. Knowing I needed them before I did.

    I was shopping all different.  I didn't have a direct route or a plan, but just a loose idea or was 'shopping'….too tired to plan or fight back….I just said yes.

    I wasn't shopping out of need, but bring joy into me.

    It wasn't about the item, but about the feelings of being worthy of saying yes…a slight variation in feelings, that changes the whole dynamic of shopping.

    I think this will be my new way.  Go in and meander around waiting for the next perfect joy to find me.

    When I watched the Ulta Sound machine as I breathed in or held my breath and how the blood flowed towards my heart or fell away.  I see this type of movement with joy.

    This time shopping, joy reached my heart.

    Joy being fully received.

    Before the items were more worthy than me…


  • In Sound Judgment!

    I see two main sticking points between me and my estranged family…and I am certain, they will absolutely agree.

    One, I drew a line in the Cement and refuse to budge.  Second, that what I call the truth, they call judgment.  

    And really, there is only one sticking point…the line in the cement and it is called the truth….

    What is so completely frustrating, is that many will say that they agree with me, that my father is a pedophile, that my mother is 'slightly mental' and both are emotionally bankrupted…and that their lives are a mess…and we all were affected by it, BUT…they will not judge them.

    What does that mean?

    It appears to me, that this word "judgment" only comes in when the next step would require them to do something...and instead, they will say, "I will let God be the one to judge them…"

    I had to go and look up this word Judgment to see just what God is supposed to be doing for these folks, just what are they incapable of doing.

    Judgment - the ability to judge, make a decision or form an opinion objectively, authoritatively, and wisely, especially in matters affecting action; good sense; discretion: A man of sound judgment.

    This is interesting and completely true in my experiences of them.

    It is the inability to make a decision especially in matters affecting action.

    So, here is the deal as I see it.  They can't make the decision or form an opinion that is hard and concrete, FOR THEN it will affect their actions. AND, they are not willing at this time, to change their actions….meaning estrange themselves from family.

    They remain undecided.  Wow.  I could feel them swinging from side to side, but in actuality, they are only swinging in their minds.  Their actions have not changed one bit.  Nothing has been decided…."God will decide for them…"

    Really, God's job is to make decisions for you?  

    I just didn't know that judgment was about making decisions….but more about 'blaming'.  That is how I feel that they look at me, that I am blaming my parents for abuse.  Well, let's see….didn't they abuse their kids?  I made the decision that they did and then it altered my actions.

    The very reason that my actions and their actions do not match, is that I made a decision.  

    I love that judging is making a decision.  

    For I definitely feel that once I made the first huge decision, I had many many more to make.  I had to continue making decisions based upon this one.

    THEY ABUSED THEIR CHILDREN.  That is what I decided…and my life changed completely after this decision.

    So, they are waiting for God to decide IF they abused their children????

    Isn't that what they talked about near my father's dead body???

    What is there to decide?

    OH, yes, it will then require you to live like me. 

    Outside of the family, for father and pedophile have no common denominator.

    Mother and accomplice to sexual abuse, have no common denominator.

    And there is a vast difference between those who judge and those who do not.

    The judging ones make a decision in the cement, there is no going back.

    You all know it….so until then, "You will leave the Judging to God"…so you don't have to decide.

    But hey, while you are pondering this….what do you think about the judgment I made that my father abused girls???  If you haven't 'decided' on this…you make the little girls liars.

    For isn't HE INNOCENT, until proven guilty???

    And doesn't that make us guilty Until he is proven innocent?

    You all are wimping out on making a line in cement….and while you do, you are discrediting each little girls story.  For, according to the Detective's report that I read, RAY Huhta was not innocent.  And, I made a decision upon hearing a little girl's voice that echoed my fears…I decided then, without even going to trial, that the little girl was correct, she spoke the truth….and it has affected actions incredibly.

    I have moved away from anyone who remains undecided.

    Your indecision has me guilty and him innocent.

    And, from the way I have been ostracized it fits completely.

    I am guilty….of what???

    Oh yeah of making a decision.

    I decided that they abused the children…and there is not one action step that doesn't tell you so.  I have acted completely and relentlessly…for the innocence of the girls.

    I am thankful for the conversations blasting me with anger about this word judgment…for now I will understand how it pertains to me completely.  

    It is true, I judged my parents….

    This was one of the first decisions I made independently…one that I know is supported in truth and fits into reality.  It wasn't a decision based on lies.

    I stand in sound judgment!


  • Brings Up the Unease.

    While doing yoga today, I could clearly feel how yoga isn't for the body, but to the residual affects of not following your truth.  That all the times I did not feel and follow my feelings and emotions, left a trail of unease….and this unease lingers in the cells and muscle of the body, waiting to be seen/felt/expressed.

    I also wondered what is guilt.  Where is the guilt organ or muscle found….

    What came to me is that guilt is not doing that which you feel is your truth.

    It truly isn't about anyone else.

    What also came is that guilt is NOT about not helping others, but rather NOT following your self. 

    The guilt feelings are you not being able to be honest and authentic to you.  To follow what you know is true, regardless of how long you have been living a life of lies to yourself.

    So, yoga to me, is ridding your self of the places you are not true to you…and bringing up the feelings and emotions you shoved aside in order to please another.

    The reason I have no new guilt, is that I have now been living my life from the inside out, from what is true for me.  

    As Martha Beck said, "I repectfully don't care…" what others want or need me to do.

    My first and only person I have to be at peace with is my self.

    I am no longer willing or able to store up un-felt emotions or push aside what I feel in order to make your life comfortable or right.

    What came too, was that the church is based upon guilty feelings.  And I can see why a cult member would be ravaged with guilt.  For, they are not following their own North Star, but instead following what the leader wants. 

    And, in dysfunctional homes the parent, no matter who impaired is held in high esteem….and honored and respected. Typically demanding each.

    If you dare to speak what you feel and act accordingly, you will not store volumes of moments where you did the opposite of what your true self believed.

    Somehow we have screwed up serving others first….and serving them while discounting our self.  I believe, you are not truly giving if you are going against your inner self.

    If, in order to be 'giving and kind' you have squelch your feelings…you are hurting yourself to give.

    How can that be kind, if you are unkind to yourself.

    Guilt is when you neglect your own inner feelings in order to serve another.

    You are leaving yourself behind.  And, I believe, this dis ease, this contradiction is stored in your body….there are feelings that are not at peace.  At some point, the body's health will gain your attention. 

    The body is innocent…but stored in the tissues are all the years of neglecting your spirit…

    Yoga brings up the unease.

  • Mail Jeep

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    Finding a new mail jeep isn't that easy…for there are not that many right hand drive used ones available.  I found this one online…it was in New Castle Pennsylvania…about 13 hours away.

    I was dealing with Shady the salesman….and between the paperwork and his 'contact' for shipping it took almost three weeks for it to arrive in my driveway.

    The first leg of its journey was on a trailer to Grayling Michigan, from there my son was in the drivers seat…making it to my home near midnight last night.

    I didn't take it on the mail route today, for there was no Blinking Light (strobe) on the roof. My husband put one on tonight…not a permanent one, but one that will let me ride in style tomorrow.

    I love my new mail jeep.


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    My son feels it could be "Lifted"….and with new black wheels…..my husband thinks chrome ones….I am happy to have four wheel drive…and a Right Hand Drive Drivers Seat!  


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    It felt so good to be back in a Jeep!  I don't believe I will be getting out any time soon.  A Mail Lady needs a Mail Jeep!

  • I had been weak.

    I love this analogy from yesterday's reading by Mark Nepo.

    The Art of Facing Things What people have forgotten is what every salmon knows. —ROBERT CLARK 

    Salmon have much to teach us about the art of facing things. In swimming up waterfalls, these remarkable creatures seem to defygravity. It is an amazing thing to behold. A closer look reveals a wisdom for all beings who want to thrive. 

    What the salmon somehow know is how to turn their underside—from center to tail—into the powerful current coming at them, which hits them squarely, and the impact then launches them out and further up the waterfall; to which their reaction is, again, to turn their underside back into the powerful current that, of course, again hits them squarely; and this successive impact launches them further out and up the waterfall. Their leaning into what they face bounces them further and further along their unlikely journey. 

    From a distance, it seems magical, as if these mighty fish are flying, conquering their element. In actuality, they are deeply at one with their element, vibrantly and thoroughly engaged in a compelling dance of turning-toward-and-being-hit-squarely that moves them through water and air to the very source of their nature. 

    In terms useful to the life of the spirit, the salmon are constantly faithful in exposing their underside to the current coming at them. Mysteriously, it is the physics of this courage that enables them to move through life as they know it so directly. We can learn from this very active paradox; for we, too, must be as faithful to living in the open if we are to stay real in the face of our daily experience. In order not to be swept away by what the days bring, we, too, must find a way to lean into the forces that hit us so squarely. 

    The salmon offer us a way to face truth without shutting down. They show us how leaning into our experience, though we don't like the hit, moves us on. Time and again, though we'd rather turn away, it is the impact of being revealed, through our willingness to be vulnerable, that enables us to experience both mystery and grace.  Mark Nepo

     

    I totally get what he is writing about, especially when it comes to hearing the truth when it isn't pleasant or kind.  When it crashes into what you have previously believed. 

    I somehow was taught to not climb the waterfall of truth, but to duck beneath it and just stay with the positive.  

    I am now much like the Salmon.  I face it squarely with my full insides.  I want to know the truth and oddly, instead of drowning me, I am actually becoming stronger and as I see it in my life, moving ahead.

    Dodging the truth will not advance your life at all.

    And facing it fully in the belly, feeling the sharp jolts of the truth, will actually let you rise above it….and not drown.

    As human beings, we somehow believe that the truth will be the death of us….when the complete opposite is true.  

    Knowing who my father was and how he lived his life, actually allowed me to live mine.  

    Like a salmon, I have been climbing the sometimes endless waterfall of truth….advancing bit by bit…letting the truth slam me in the gut time and time again…it has given me courage and strength to advance in my life.

    I can understand how this seems improbable, how it seems that you are swimming in the endless flow of negativity, but actually you are turning the negative into a positive advancing movement. 

    While most want to turn their bellys away from the negative, believing that it will keep them positive, it actually weakens them.

    I didn't become strong by turning away from the truths….the truths actually showed me where I had been weak.


  • A parent to me.

    When my father's obituary was in our local paper, it was short, to the point of almost being meaningless…for it did not show the progression of his children's lives, who they married and their children.  It simply had our first names.  Now, I have no idea who gave this information to be published or why it was so condensed…but its odd nature struck me.  

    Perhaps what made it seem even odder, is that my mother sent me the family tree info pack, that held the details of the ripples of their lives together…about a week and a half after he died.

    The juxtaposition between his public obit and the real family tree sat with me…

    Again, no knowing the intention, whether it was a thoughtful and calculated slim obit or was it just subconscious quick giving the bare details….of his life, it just seemed odd.  

    Like wanting to say who his is, but not saying saying who he was, or who was connected to him…what are the real numbers, and names and lives. The briefness of it cancelled much of his life…the lives of his children and their children's lives. It didn't show who he left behind.

    That is what strikes me the most.  He left behind a pile of kids, grandkids and great-grand kids.  He was the top….he 'touched' many lives in ways again, we don't want to write about…not to even mention the sheer numbers.

    I can see the quandary the person who was left with the task to write the obit was left in.  Who do we connect with this man?  How much do we write and how?  If it had been me, I would have put the whole complete obit. 

    What I know is that he had 15 children, one son died (a still birth).  Most of us married, some have divorced and remarried, one experienced a death of a spouse and remarried.  We have had children and their children have had children. We have married spouses with children.  

    He had 49 grand-children and 12 great-grand children.

    Up until 8 years ago…he was dad and grandpa to all of these numbers.  He was in their lives…and recently he was still part of many, but not all.

    His influence lives within the numbers he left behind.  All were touched, by even not being touched  All were affected…even if neglected.  All carry with them the vestiges of his character.  He lives on in all of us…

    How each of us allowed him into our worlds…shows more about us than him.

    While it was greatly disturbing to know my father was a pedophile, it was far more tragic to realize I didn't know…that the trauma was not recorded in my mind.  That my life was lived awkward at best due to this one missing link.

    I am grateful beyond grateful, that his truth didn't go to the grave with him.  

    I am a complete person knowing that I was abused.  I made sense, my life made sense, the religion made sense, my mother made sense, the siblings made sense…all of it matched my experience, once I had the whole picture.

    Without knowing the complete picture, you get left with the obituary in the paper, a surface quick overview of first names.

    I for one, needed to know the details so I made sense.  I needed to know why I couldn't feel close to him and why I carried resentment towards her (my mother)…why I had such rage inside….all the why questions were answered when I knew who he was.

    We are directly grown from our experiences with our parents.

    Being at the top of the pile, we will have more saturated strong influence, but all were touched and affected.  The younger ones get a milder dose…but even at its weakest strength, its strength will change your life.

    Doing a rough estimate there were 75 children whose lives he was in contact with….not counting the spouses.  And the spouses had to deal with the awkwardness of our emotional damage….so they certainly should be included.  Say, roughly another 10, plus his wife. That is 86…out of the gate.  Oh, and let us not forget his sister and his brother, now we are closer to 90 folks.  And now we could canvas the neighborhood where he lived for roughly 35 years….the numbers are going way over 100…for each family home in our neighborhood had large families near 10 each…3 families that I know were affected.  

    His life wasn't a simple obituary….

    It is my hope that peace is found in knowing he did abuse.  In knowing you are not mental or that your story wasn't believed (even if the parents did nothing).  It isn't about the reaction to your story, it is about that it did happen.

    You can find your power in claiming this.

    My real life began when I fully accepted that I was abused.  I could then begin to live my truth and to love all of me.  I love the parts of me that were damaged.  I love who it made me to be. 

    The greatest thing all of his victims can do is to learn to love ourselves again. To put our lives in first place.  To take back what he took in our childhood.  Our love, our trust and our faith in our selves.

    I decided early on that his abuse wasn't going to define me…but rather I was going to re-define myself. I was going to go towards love, peace and joy.

    Love of me.  Joy in me…and what brings me peace.

    I am but one small name in his obituary, but I too have a legacy to leave behind.

    Mine will be, there is a cure to being abused and that is to take back your power.

    To take back your life and break the silence…to turn away from what the dysfunctional family wants and desires and turn inwards to the wounded child inside.

    Taking care of my wounded self; I was a parent to me.


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    I can create a new family tree!





  • I Exploded in Feelings.

    "I was entirely alienated from both my inner and outer worlds. All my life, I have found it difficult to admit I am feeling anger, fear or bitterness. Ever anxious that certain feelings would make me an evil person or cost me love, I have locked out unacceptable feelings. That winter I dealt with my “bad” feelings as if I were a hanging judge. I found them guilty and executed them as quickly as I could. However, all that resistance created more intensity and anxiety." Mary Pipher

    In reading this I had to post another post.  

    What I find so enthralling about my journey is that when I began expressing my truth and my feelings, I was depicted as evil.  

    I was taught and shown by example not to express anger, fear and bitterness…but rather depict a sunny face, no matter what.  And, you especially did not show anger, fear or bitterness against family.  You had to keep those feelings under lock and throw away the key.

    What you all may not understand, is that even if you feel them and don't release them by feeling them out loud, you will be feeling them…but it turns into rage against innocent people and things.

    The sheer volume of rage I had inside of me, that I directed towards my children in moments that did not warrant that volume, makes me a believer in this.  All my years of keeping a lid on my own inner truths, made a huge volcano inside…that could be tapped at any moment, if my children didn't respond in the manner I needed in that moment.

    I became unglued.  My rage, fear and all other negative feelings came rushing to the surface needing an outlet.

    What I know for certain is that each time I have gone back and felt an emotion that wasn't pleasant, it made me more pleasant.

    It is just the opposite of what I had thought.

    I thought if you expressed rage and anger about abuse, you would get left bitter and angry….when the opposite is more true.

    There are things in life that will ignite feelings of rage and anger….so let them come up to be expressed at the actual moment in time. Don't hide them or speak falsely about how you feel.

    Being truthful with your words and feelings.

    It was scary for me to do this, for I was taught that 'good girls' don't make waves, they don't act up and they don't speak their minds.  Good girls are always nice. They take all kinds of treatments and smile…nicely.  Evil girls will act up and say what is on their minds.  They are misbehaving.

    I love being a 'bad' girl for walking with my truth…for being unruly and disruptive…it feels so much better and freer than having to clamp down on my feelings and words.

    I used to walk around with clenched fists….literally.  Holding all my feelings in check.

    Until one day reality was bigger than I…I was overwhelmed by what I was supposed to keep inside.  I wasn't big enough…there was no more room to push down any more.  

    I exploded in feelings.

  • Out Run the Truth

    From Mark Nepo's book, "The Awakening" - October 28th
    "I have stopped. You have not." —BUDDHA 
    "There is a story of how, just before he was hung, Angulimala, the murderer, became an Arahant, or worthy one, because of his encounter with Buddha. Angulimala had seemingly been so driven from his own life that he was taking the lives of others. Perhaps it was timing, the readiness of a man about to die confronted with the unwavering presence of an authentic spirit; no one will ever know. But it is said that the two stood before each other for a very long time, and when the silence seemed to part some veil from Angulimala's eyes, Buddha said to him, “I have stopped. You have not stopped.” This was followed by an equally telling silence, after which the fortress of cruelty that Angulimala had built around his heart crumbled. It is said that, though Angulimala was hung with a rope made from the fingerbones of his victims, in the moments between Buddha's words and his own last breath, Angulimala truly lived." 
    "Of course, such a story is a penetrating riddle. What had this man not stopped that enabled him to murder? And what had Buddha stopped that enabled him to be enlightened? Though we will never know, we can suggest that the thing not stopped might be any form of running from the risk and pain of being alive, such as denial, hiding, projection. For any form of running from the truth of ourselves can lead to such a numb existence that one can become violent in order to feel. If we don't stop running, we can murder ourselves again and again by taking the lives of others, either physically through violence or sexually through conquest or emotionally through dominance and control or professionally through power." 
    "Ultimately, however you enter this riddle, we are both Buddha and Angulimala, and we repeatedly need to have this conversation with ourselves in order to stay compassionate and real."  Mark Nepo
    Somehow I was taught to escape the truth over and over again, to focus on the good times and then the good times will be....
    Even today, I am asked repeatedly to let the abuse go...when what I am doing actually is bringing in all that I had run from.  It all came home to roost and now it is time to pay.  I pay my past debt by feeling.  I also had to look at what I did so as to not risk the pain of being alive. I had to see the life I led that enabled me to run from the truth of our family.
    What I am doing today is no longer running, but stopping and feeling...either past unexpressed emotions or expressing emotions in the present.  
    In the past I had a great need for dominance and control....of others.  Now, I work at just staying in control of me.  
    Each person is allowed to move freely and I then too can counter act by moving how I feel.
    In reading this, you can clearly see how the most controlling people are the farthest away from their self.
    There is no need to control others, IF you have full control of who you are.
    I recall it being very liberating and extremely frightening, when I knew to the depth of my soul, the only one I had power over was me.  
    In recognizing that....I gave the power back to everyone else.  I no longer carried the responsibility of their choices....where before I felt I did.
    As a mother, it was scary to give your children their lives back...especially for a very controlling mother....but I did.  I let them all go free.
    I am allowed to voice an opinion, to share wisdom, but in the end, their lives are separated from me.  They have their own Karma wheel...and what they do onto others, will be done on to them...
    Mostly I try and show the cause and affect.  They can move this way....but it will make me move that way.  
    A long while back, I knew as a mother I was the consequence lady.
    The kids were allowed to make a choice and I then had a consequence for that choice.  It is how the Universe works.  Your free will....has a consequence.
    You can run, but you cannot hide. All that you are running from is running with you...you simply can't out run the truth.




      


     

  • Being Transparent.

    "The Buddha said that in order to be free, one must accept, even embrace, suffering."  Mary Pipher

    I heard this women being interviewed on XM Radio…and so I ordered her book.  

    Here is what I love…so far.

    "There are three kinds of secrets—those we keep from certain people but not others; those we keep from everyone, and those we keep from ourselves. Writing this book forced me to deal with all three. Many formerly private aspects of my life are now public. Even Jim and my children learned new things about me. And as I explored my own life, I was shattered to discover many aspects of my experience I had long avoided. For most of my life, I have recalled good times and loving moments."

    "When I remembered my girlhood, I painted myself into scenes as a happy, loved girl, filled with honorable intentions. I worked to construct a temple of comforting beliefs—that I was nurtured, respected, and in control. With this quest, I have probed deep layers of memory that I had long struggled to ignore. As I faced the facts and examined painful recollections, I realized that what happened to me is both more unpleasant and more interesting than my previous “official” story. When I finally gave myself permission to travel with my eyes open, my reactions have been a clamorous mix of “Hallelujah” and “Ouch.”  Mary Pipher "Seeking Peace"

    It is true, that when you write you can no longer escape your secrets and in writing I often struggled with wanting to hide things, again….and then I make myself be truthful…as I can…so I don't build another story to hide behind.

    Here is another part that I liked…

    "Of course, not all people grow from crises. Some refuse to accept the need for redefinition, and orchestrate their own intellectual and emotional shutdown. Those who do grow manage to stay awake to the anguish, confusion and self-doubt. This requires a high tolerance for discomfort, as well as the ability to see the world as it is, not as they wish it to be. Over time, the people who continue to struggle emerge wiser, kinder and more resilient. After they have broken and rebuilt themselves, they feel less breakable."  Mary Pipher

    And a quote I took from her radio interview was…"We all suffer, but we don't all grow."

    It is true we all will suffer, but we will not all grow from our suffering….and to me that seems like you suffer for nothing.  To stay awake to the anquish, confusion and self doubt…will grow. 

    I have had a long spell of growing…and I would not trade my journey with anyone.  

    They say, "You are as sick as your secrets…."  I guess it would make more sense to say you are as weak as the secrets you keep. My strength came from being transparent.




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