Truth. What is truth? Some say truth is subjective. There's my truth, your truth and The Truth. There is no your truth or my truth, those are pretty lies we tell ourselves to pretend and hold onto the charade, hiding our imperfections from ourselves. There is only The Truth and it hurts like hell, provokes outrage, anger and indignation. Yet The Truth stands. Like a shining sword of justice and righteousness, The Truth stands. We will hurt, fight, deny, argue, but finally we will admit, relent and repent and learn to breath when we are accused. We have to grow up now. We are going to be accused of things and circumstances and lies will be told, stories fabricated and "truths" proved beyond shadow of a doubt and yet we shall be innocent. Screaming, shouting and fighting isn't going to win us any ground, we have to learn to brace ourselves and handle conflict real soon. Mediation clearing the mind, centering, focusing on calmness, breathing, absorbing the onslaught of self righteous indignation and remaining calm. We are chimed oh no weapon formed against us shall prosper, but when surrounded and when confronted, will we stand? Will we say no weapon formed against us shall prosper?
I awoke from a bad dream and I was aware I felt edgy, as I went through the motions of a morning routine, I found myself acknowledging that lately I was angry at everything. This is NOT my character, I am easy going, will get hurt but will make sure everyone around me has their needs met, so where was motivating this anger? I sat back and smoked a joint and for the very first time in forever found myself composing a song. In fits of giggles I called my sister and began singing the song that goes like this: Diagnosing, diagnosing, we diagnosing, just diagnosing always knowing, we diagnosing, can you hear us? Would you care? (sung to the tune of Sailing) If you lived in this house being one of the three determinedly opinionated women, you could well imagine. The song died and suddenly I began to pour my heart out. My husband works away and I have NOT seen him for a year! When he returns home, I want him to quit his job and stay at home. I have my re...
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