to practice that compassion thing. Daily challenge. Just saying…
It is a daily challenge
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Author Archives: Cynthia
Moving through the emotions
Yesterday was very mixed. It became very apparent to me that a couple of things are happening. I was so relieved to finally be supported regarding an abusive boss that part of me got what I think was a bit power sated. Take that jerkface sums it up nicely.
I also found myself dealing with righteous anger, justifiable anger. A killer of alcoholics if not other folks.
I do have a reason to be angry. I do have reason to be joyous. But the one started to override the other and get confused about boundary lines and that was Not Good.
Hilarious if it wasn’t so frikking sad.
The boss just came by my office to tell me that he has decided to agree to the facilitated meeting but he wants to schedule it himself. He was visibly shaking, clearly totally pissed off, scared, repressing all of his feelings. I just smiled and said, great! Sure. Whatever you need to do. It didn’t matter to me who scheduled it. I suspect he’s planning on dialogue with the chosen intermediary to see if he can’t win her/him over. That he wants it to look like it is his idea and put himself in the best light he can. Not if you act like you just did Bub. Me smiling, agreeable, you acting like the jackass you are.
What is really astonishing is that he thinks he actually has a choice about the meeting. Go to the meeting or get fired is my guess. Har! He could have sent it in an email too. Cuz I? Would be perfectly happy not having to look at the face I have come to loath.
This person is my superior. Not. How awful it must be to live in his skin.
Cancer for the week
Better late than never…. But always good to remember. Me? I prefer a movie, a book, or a show that makes me laugh when I least expect it. But there is some sense to this.
Free Will Astrology
If you’re normal, you periodically feel little surges of anger that you don’t express. Over time they may accumulate into a mass of blind rage that can hurt innocent bystanders, damage your relationships, and tempt you to punch holes in walls. Is there a way to keep this from happening? Yes, there is: It’s my patented Laughing Tantrum Release Therapy, a five-minute ritual that you perform once a week in a private place with no witnesses. For four minutes, you fume, seethe, curse, and yell. For the final 60 seconds, you compel yourself to laugh uncontrollably. This week would be an excellent time to start integrating Laughing Tantrum Release Therapy into your routine.
My garden
When I moved into my little cottage by the woods (duplex in the city next to an old treed lot) five years ago there was a lot of work to do to make the yard worth spending time in. In front of the kitchen window was a horrible weird evergreen shrub that was about 10 feet high, dying, and the dirt was just horrible. In fact, all the dirt in my yard is horrible. I am at the tippy top of a hill and this area is glacial till. Lots and lots of rocks and the soil doesn’t hold water, very sandy. If you followed that link you will see what I was up against underneath the grass.
One day that tree was gone. And there was big circular bed in the center of the lawn, full of rocks and half useful. While I detest my landlord and avoid conversation unless there is no way to do so, I am grateful that tree is gone. And one day, to make amends for a big screw up he did, he gave me the new patio of my dreams. I had asked for permission to hire someone to install it myself but he insisted on putting it in because he wanted it done right. He’s such a pompous ass, stone blocks are sinking already. And his wife tried to use it when she was telling me all they did for me. When I told her that I had simply requested that I be allowed to have it installed at my personal expense, that it was Henry’s choice not mine, she got really quiet. Wonder if he got any that night?
I get many birds, some local, some migratory and the robins are singing all the live long day. Taking these pictures last evening I was accompanied by beautiful bird song. I get juncos, stellar jays, sparrows, robins, flickers, and bush tits, my favorites. Raccoons mate under my bedroom window (thanks for the fertility magic guys!) and snooze in the fir. There are several trails criss crossing my garden from the cats and raccoons and opossums that pass through. And squirrels and crows, the main stay of the garden.
At any rate, little by little year by year my mom and I have tried to amend the soil and I’ve planted things I thought would do well. A few trees that were rescued (Plant Amnesty friends), two lilacs, a something or other that was called an ash but isn’t far as I can tell, and a native black hawthorn. Lots of herbs for the kitchen that are also magical mainstays of course. Creeping vines and lots of containers. I can’t get them to mow but once a month in the spring (????) so it’s looking a bit shaggy right now but I’m just tickled at how well some of these plants are doing.
It’s a very nice place in the evenings in the summer.
Stitch Witch Cottage 