Pinocchio DSM 5 (Photo credit: Leonard John Matthews) Between dealing with my water troubles and my virus particles it's been an interesting month or so. M and I are also organizing some big changes with our decision that he should go back to university for a Master's degree, so lots of…
So I haven't posted for a while. Since January 20th, to be exact. I've been trying to keep up with my reader, but even that is proving to be difficult. So let me tell you, dear readers, what I've been up to. First of all, there were my water troubles. For those of you not…
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” A Woman’s Voice”
My sister, my sister
How long have you been silent?
Your vision scorched, as the sun set upon the harvest,
and still you said nothing?
Why, my sister, why?
Did you believe in your strength to re-birth?
How many times, my sister, how many times?
I have watched you-
And in awe I have stood
as the world poked its dark
head from your hairy lips-
and only then did you lend
silence your precious voice.
In birth your cry out, but not in death?
Why, my sister, why?
When you were little,
(by which I mean, before you were Woman)
was silence a choice or an opinion?
Let me end my silent choice, sister, and let me express:
God did not grant you the world
between your legs and upon your breast
For you to hold your tongue, tight-fisted
While all around you ended.
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So here I am again and still suffering from my water troubles. I've decided that I should consider plumbing as my next career. Reading law? Forget it. Medicine? Too many late nights. Plumbing. Now there's your ticket. You will be a contented millionaire who is able to take early retirement at age 35. People will…
First of all, acknowledgements: I got this idea from Ramblings from a Mum, so thank you, Ramblings! Over the last four months I've been recuperating from a major surgery and as I started to feel better I also started this blog. Now, all healed, it's time for me to return to work. [caption id="" align="alignleft"…
(Photo credit: Wikipedia) I have water troubles. No, not that kind, the other kind. The kind that you find dripping in the basement. A lot of my troubles seem to start there. If you remember, dear readers, I once found rats down there. If you don't remember, you can read about…
Something to think about …
Conflict comes because two people are searching for the truth and think they have contradictory information.
War comes because someone wants another person to agree with them regardless of the truth.
At the root of this, for me, is the way in which we become attached to ideas about ourselves and to our own actions. If we have an unhealthy relationship with ourselves, we are likely to go to war instead of having a healthy row.
For this argument there are two opposing positions to take in life:
One: all you say, do and create is an expression of you, and what happens to these expressions happens to you.
Two: Once you have said, done or created something, that thing has a separate existence from you – it’s nothing to do with you any more.
Just to give them names, we can call type Ones Clingers, and type Twos Refusers.
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Red flag waving transparent (Photo credit: Wikipedia) I've to some extent discussed before how narcissists fly red flags signalling who and what they are. The problem is that most of us can see that the wind is blowing something around but we don't know what it is. If you're like me, and…
English: The Plague of Flies, c. 1896-1902, by James Jacques Joseph Tissot (French, 1836-1902), gouache on board, 6 15/16 x 7 3/8 in. (17.6 x 18.7 cm), at the Jewish Museum, New York (Photo credit: Wikipedia) I'm really not sure why this didn't come up as one of the ten plagues…
Carson as Carnac the Magnificent, one of his most well known routines (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Since this is the time of year for top ten lists, here's mine, with my respects to the late Johnny Carson. In reverse order, here are the top ten signs that you're living with a narcissist:…