Not Quite One Thousand

Posts. The title refers to posts.

It's been an emotional week. I read a kick ass email that took me by surprise. I'm listening to the rain outside my window for the first time in this new home.

I am tired.
Once again feeling tired.
Once again feeling the not good.

And this is why I keep them away from me.

Infused

There are three candles burning in my room.
Each has a different scent.
I like them all and I like them together,
but I don't think they like each other.

So I choose none of them to burn all night.
I choose the lingering aroma
and the softness of a blanket.

Piercing The Ears

There are a lot of potential activities this weekend. Regardless of what I choose to do, the increased "noise" from the heightened energy levels of the people engaged in the activities has me virtually covering my ears.

It will be fun for all.

While sitting @ work...

"You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by it."
 - Buddha

Slaps and Hugs

When I choose to be touched it can mean everything or nothing depending on which part of my brain is activated. For too long physical touch was not something positive. Being touched was a way of crushing something beautiful. There was a woman who I called, Grandma, who showed me that not all touches were the same. When I choose to be touched now and let it mean everything, it is with someone for whom everything is being presented back at me.

I don't choose that very often. Most of the time I'm still trying to overcome what I learned while I was very young. Most of the time I don't like being touched at all and yet it is a basic human experience that sustains and nurtures us.