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Sacrificial Squirrel

Gruesome sights, they’re everywhere. Wild and dead animals, vehicular crime scenes aplenty. Eyeballs popping out or just cold blackened stares. Bloody swaths on the street. Must be Fall.

Beware the frenzied Kamikaze squirrels, ironically with only the business of survival on their minds. Beware the hunted doe running from bucks and bullets. Overpopulation is their unbeknownst doom otherwise.

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Compassionately I remove the carcasses, the now soulless bodies from the roadway. I delivered a handsome deceased fox back to the woods from where he came. Acting only as the delivery gal back to nature, I launched a squirrel off the precipice offering his carcass to the carrion.

We are a part of the cycle of life. We are these beasts eventually. Their and our time must come. I hope you show me the same compassion when my time arrives and launch me back into the cosmos.

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Too Many Posts Can’t Be a Bad Thing, Right?

Where once I was reactively writing these blog posts the night before they were to go up, I kicked in with some proactivity recently and am writing my posts ahead of time. And the drawback to that was that I published two posts on Monday October 21st ,2019. So enjoy You Can’t Be Your Own Accountabilibuddy and Four Self-Value Phases and I will be back on Friday with another post per usual.

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I’m Not Allowed to Want Anything

Like many of you, I grew up knowing there wasn’t enough. Not enough time, not enough attention, and not enough money. Part of this may be due to the ghost of the Depression which seems to linger in American families still. But people just seem to be convinced that the Universe is against them and there’s nothing to be done about it. We’re broke and that’s the fact Jack.

So I adapted to this understanding by just not wanting anything. I am still not allowed to want anything. Instead, I have a stubborn pride in making do. I am good at keeping the boat afloat but when it comes to imagining a bigger boat, I decide I don’t need one. I’m good with what I’ve got. And it certainly doesn’t help that our capitalistic society persistently nags us with messages of buy a better you or else. I’m so done with that. I'm Not Allowed to Want Anything on Shalavee.com

But currently I am 2/3rds of the way through reading Jen Sincero’s You are a Badass at Making Money: Master the Mindset of Wealth and I’ve begun thinking about things I want. The wall is disintegrating. I’m thinking about the house I’d like to put my aging mother in. The trip to the South of France and Italy I’ve always wanted to eat my way through. And the Piano Week’s tuition at Peabody for my kid next Summer. Or the braces I still need at 53.

But the given in her book is that you want to make the money. Whether I don’t feel I’m worth anything or have anything worth selling may be the real fear here. And so not wanting anything just avoids having to find out if that’s true of not. Either way, I know the BS fairy is having her way with me and I am standing looking straight into the eye of this storm. Because it wasn’t money that did me wrong, it was the way the people I loved used it wrongly. And the the sooner I get a proper perspective on it, the better.

Healing wounds takes time and “money” is definitely a wound I need to heal. So I’m gonna finish reading this book and start again on considering my money goals and find out where my next mind-blowing wisdom is coming from. Anyone know this story, live this story too?

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Glam It Up

A 20 something girl got onto the elliptical next to me and I caught a whiff men’s cologne? Smells have a way of taking you to a third dimension, to memories and feelings that would not usually occupy your day. And now they do.

I realize that the memories of the showboating that were my 20’s, could be a bridge to making my 50’s a little more interesting. I just turned 53 and I’m finding my life a little blah. It’s midlife motherhood combined with the aches and pains of becoming old … and I’m bored with myself.

But the change may be a matter of little things like jazz music while we eat, a creativity podcast while I walk, or applying make-up for a day out that may kind of boost my reality. Sound and smells and dressing up seem to boost the normal. And I’m feeling a needed boost right now. Glam It Up on Shalavee.com

My twenty year-old self knew how to put on a show. She dressed up and found her inner somebody else and she flaunted that. Alot. My 53 year-old me would like to remember what it was like to make up me on a moments notice. To done costumes and feel like she was someone else just for a little while. I think giving myself permission to live creatively is the key.

Let me know how you stir up your daily with creativity? Do you play different music? Do you put on make-up? Or listen to a podcast?

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Oh Universe, What Would You Have Me Do?

We mistrust ourselves so much, we have to hand much of our decision making over to another power. We create elaborate ways to make decisions. Drop a divining line down and see which way it swings to decide (dowsing pendulum). Pick your arm up and drop it to see if you should eat it (applied kinesiology). Because it’s awfully hard admitting that you have no faith in your own decisions and easier to give it over to something else. The exception being God. But most of us are faithless and frenetic.

The Drowning man story is the best story ever which humorlessly depicts how our lack of sight and faith keeps us from seeing the divine signs sent to us.

A fellow was stuck on his rooftop in a flood. He was praying to God for help.

Soon a man in a rowboat came by and the fellow shouted to the man on the roof, “Jump in, I can save you.”

The stranded fellow shouted back, “No, it’s OK, I’m praying to God and he is going to save me.”

So the rowboat went on.

Then a motorboat came by. “The fellow in the motorboat shouted, “Jump in, I can save you.”

To this the stranded man said, “No thanks, I’m praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith.”

So the motorboat went on.

Then a helicopter came by and the pilot shouted down, “Grab this rope and I will lift you to safety.”

To this the stranded man again replied, “No thanks, I’m praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith.”

So the helicopter reluctantly flew away.

Soon the water rose above the rooftop and the man drowned. He went to Heaven. He finally got his chance to discuss this whole situation with God, at which point he exclaimed, “I had faith in you but you didn’t save me, you let me drown. I don’t understand why!”

To this God replied, “I sent you a rowboat and a motorboat and a helicopter, what more did you expect?”

We are given so much and yet our brains don’t see what we’ve got but rather focus on what we don’t have.

Meditation and yoga are ways to reach our larger calmer parental minds, the voices we could trust to make decisions for us. But these processes are not a “one time and done” kinda thing. They require discipline and time and pain. Modern Americans have no time for any of these. And in essence, were not really worth it.Oh Universe, What Would You Have Me Do?

The beautiful thing about being young is that you are told what to do. You resent every little syllable you had to obey but when you find yourself without the direction, you may end up asking the Universe what it may want of you? And it may be super hard to find that first answer. But that is where I am right now.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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