SILENCE
(no)
LLL - BHL
Love. Live. Laugh.
Bless. Heal. Love.
AFFIRMATIONS
(no)
VISUALIZATION
207 Today's weight.
I visualize weighing less tomorrow.
EXERCISE
(no, but I did stretch, and make my bed; no piano)
READ
Read today's message in THE BOOK OF AWAKENING by Mark Nepo. The title, "We must take turns," was - FOR ME - misleading: I thought it would talk about taking a right turn, or a left turn, or a U-turn. But no...... as often happens, my very quick initial response to a title (or a few words), turns out to be in error. In this case, "We must take turns" means, "We must alternate activities with a partner."
So..... pearl divers combine taking turns (I.e., alternating) so they can each have the experience of exploring for pearls, and also each have the experience of counting the time & controlling the line, to keep the diver safe. Mutual trust. Give and take.
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Today is different. I had a "come to Jesus" talk with Dr. Pruitt yesterday. As he ambushed me right after I walked in the door yesterday with one of his "We have to talk" talks, my mood quickly changed from nearer elation in the aftermath of my Christmas/New Year trip to Utah, to a somber and silent mood, listening to his complaints about how I acted 3 weeks earlier during an argument. Apparently, he'd been brooding over the fact that we'd had words; I, in contrast, had moved on almost completely. I had to struggle to remember who said what. I DO remember it, but I had simply put it to bed.
Well, his effort to clear things up actually BROUGHT things up for me - things I had let go of 3 weeks earlier, not giving them even a thought while I was gone. But I listened, having promised to remain unoffended and silent while he spoke. Eventually, he asked me for a reply.
My experience with him is that when I begin to speak, he doesn't listen for too long; he replies then and there; he says something like "I can't let that go," or " "
While he lay in bed, and I stood at the foot of his bed, he recalled, I had raised my voice while making my case. At this, he became fearful, and tried to get out of bed to go past me to the kitchen. I remembered it differently: I thought he was getting out of bed to escort me to the front door, since he kept yelling, "Please leave!"
Yesterday, I mentioned that I'd be having a hearing test on Wednesday, and that people who are hard of hearing sometimes talk louder than necessary; I said that could be why he thought I was "raising my voice" - at least initially. Maybe if I get hearing aids, I won't do that so much.
(ran out of time)