The last bus left, and I was not on it…..

Well, Christmas is almost over. Rather the holiday itself, though Christmas lights and feelings will go on for a few more days. It really raced up on me this year. I have been so busy enjoying life, I was not really paying attention to those other things that matter in life.

Because I was not paying attention to my own life something snuck up on me this year. I was struck by the anger that comes from being left behind. It is kind of hard to explain, and that not really be what it is, but it feels that way to me.

My closest family members who are older than I am are either gone, or somewhere where they can not easily be called on the telephone. For the one that can be called, they may not be in a state to contribute much to any conversation any way, so it really matters little because they are in essence gone.

Another family member has the cough. Not just any cough, but THE COUGH. The kind you get when your lungs can not repair themselves from smoking any longer. The first few times I heard the cough through the phone, I asked if they had a cold. The third time, they had been to the doctor and told me a few months ago what the doctor said. Tick, tick, the clock is on for them and time is running a very mortal path.

Most of the time I accept these things as part of the cycle of life. I know my turn is coming, and all they have done is what their parents and close family did before them, and so on, back for as far as I can imagine.

Of course the spiritual side of me knows that everything is perfect just as it is. But on days like today, it is my emotions that rule the proverbial roost. I miss them today. I miss them badly. I miss them in such a way it makes me angry today that they are gone.

Once I hit the angry state, every sad and hurting relationship in my life starts floating up to the surface reminding me of other hurts and pains, and losses that have occurred over my lifetime. Why this, why that, why did this have to happen, and why didn’t this work out. Why do I feel so separated from all these people I have held so close to my heart all these years of my life? Why can’t I just let it go, and let it be?

On almost any day other than a few days either side of today, I know there are no answers or somewhere I can point to and say this is the reason, this is why, this is what I need to learn and I haven’t and that is why it continues. Except when I feel this way, almost any day does not matter. Only this moment does. So now what do I do?

I do the only things I know how to do. I feel the pain and the hurt of all the times when any relationship with someone I hold near and dear has gone south and it hurts like hell. I swim in the anger and the hurt. I wallow in the despair. I feel the anger of what feels like being shut out. I pretend it has never happened in anyone’s life but mine.

While I am feeling these things, and feeling quite sorry for myself, I also wait. I abide. I accept. Because I know there is no other recourse. Either accept or float in a pool of self pity. Eventually night falls, and bedtime arrives. I have burned so much energy letting these feelings absorb my all, I am tired. I go to bed, seethe a few more minutes, and eventually fall asleep.

If it is a special night I meet with all of them, or my guide, and and we talk and laugh about how I feel. If is a normal night, I sleep a hard sleep, and the morning comes. Along with the morning are new feelings, and new drives. Little by little as the morning flows, I am back to my normal self, and the world is a wonderful place, and didn’t I take a long ride on the pity train yesterday?

As much as I would like it to be, it is not all about me all the time. We spend an incredible amount of our lifetime playing parts in other peoples lives, and helping them learn what they need to know. Other people do the same for us, and sometimes they find pain in the pausing of a relationship too.

Better perhaps is a thought from, “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”. If I remember correctly, “The more it hurts, the more important they were to us…”

And life goes on

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Emotional control, or who is in charge of you

I listen to, and read of people who say they wish they had better control over their emotions. There is not any particular identifiable group who feel they can not control their emotions. Lack of emotional control seems to be everywhere from young children, to old men and women too.

Pretend for a minute that you are suddenly transported to another country. In this country they speak a language you may have heard, but you certainly do not understand. It can be any language you can imagine as long as you do not understand the words being said.

Someone you know in this country comes up to you and says something to you, and laughs, but you can not understand what they are saying, so to be polite you smile too. A second, and third person come up to you smiling and one of them says something to you, and they both chuckle. Just to be polite, you chuckle too. They laugh again and walk off with smiles on their faces.

A fourth person comes up to you and says something you do not understand. This time they are not smiling. You do not know what to do, so you shake your head, and try to convey that you do not understand. They say something else to you, that you do not understand and then they walk off.

If you put these four conversations in a spot where we have lost our patience each time, there is a difference. In each of these conversations we had to run what was being said through our ego, to see what our ego self thinks, and how ego responds.

Of those people who feel they have poor emotional control, ego is usually the offender. Of course our ego responses are tempered depending on who is on the other side of the conversation with us. If our ego likes to bully for example, we will bully only if we think we can get away with it. If the other person involved in the conversation is bigger, or meaner than us, we  temper our response to that person, because we are scared of the consequences if we make them angry.

However if the other person is someone who we see as below us, or not as important as us, the bully ego comes out in full force. Why we just let the other person know where the crow flies, and what the bear does, and we don’t care what they think or say.

So it is not really emotional control most of us suffer from, but rather it is being too generous in giving ourself permission to act in a way we know is not appropriate. We let our ego run our conversation, then we justify our actions by blaming the other person for some imagined inadequacy.

The other person who we just bullied is at fault, because of the way they spoke to us. Perhaps the choice of words they used, or the look on their face. We find it easy to find fault with the other person while ignoring our reaction when we know their is no negative consequences involved.

If you are someone who has trouble controlling their emotions, I suggest you look inwards to you. Check out your ego, which is really running you, and your emotions. Watch yourself and notice how you do not react the same way with all people, but you only act when it is safe to do so. Watch and notice how no matter what you seemingly do, someone is right there setting you off when you are trying so hard to maintain?

If you find these things are true, it is not controlling your emotions that is at fault, it is letting your ego have to much control in your life. You control your emotions any time you need to, but normally you do not, because your ego is in charge and it is telling you how to act and react.

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Little boxes of bad memories

Little boxes, Malvina Reynolds sings about them, and most of have at least one among our possessions. We like boxes because they are a nice safe place to store those things we wish to keep. We keep all sorts of knick knacks, books, small items, and memorabilia in little boxes. And as Malvina Reynolds sings about somewhat irreverently, we live in them, one type or another.

What about those other little boxes though? Those little boxes inside us that we store things in? Some of us store memories that we do not want to lose. Some of us store memories in little boxes that we do not want to remember. Sometimes those little boxes fall out of their storage space, and then what do we do? We have whatever we were storing in that particular little box overlayed on what is going on in the present.

These little boxes in our memories fall open on the floor of our minds at the worst posible times. We are deep into conversation with someone important to us, something is said, and just like magic, a little box falls out on the floor spilling its contents all over the floor. Suddenly our past comes rushing in to remind us what happened once upon a time. Hopefully it is a good memory, but sometimes it is not. The contents in that box, we thought we put away where we would never see it again, and in an instant it is out on the floor. Poisoning our thoughts with something that happened before, that we thought we had boxed up and put away.

What makes these situations hard, is we are no longer acting in the present, but we are acting in the present on past memories. Past memories that happened when we were probably a different person than we are now or we viewed the world differently than we do now. It is hard to be objective in times like these because those past memories show up and feel just like they happened yesterday.

If you have never cleared out your stash of little boxes, there is never a better time than right now to go through them all and let those little boxes of bad memories go. They can not do you any good, and they fall off the shelf at the worst possible times. Make some time in your day today and start cleaning up your stash of little boxes. This will make some room for a few big boxes you can fill with happy thoughts and memories, and you won’t have to hide them in the closets of your mind!

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All is well with the world and then

I was sitting in my front room, all the chores are done and it is one of those times when I feel like I am the world, and the world is me. Everything is perfect and as it should be.

I think to myself how nice it would be to feel this way all the time instead of just sometimes. Then, as if on cue, one of my cats run in from another room, and pukes on the carpet by my feet… We are sorry for the interruption of our broadcast, normal programming will now continue. Sometimes life is just that way, everything is perfect then something happens to disrupt that perfect feeling as if on que cue.

At this point I had two choices, simply clean it up, or get frustrated and then clean it up. I managed a mixed result.

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