I better know what bitter means if I’m to write about it.
Monday’s topic is bitterness. Tuesday’s is resentment. As they say in the Serenity Prayer, grant me the wisdom to know the difference.
Resentment has to do with regretting and/or living in the past. Anger and disappointment on a slow burn. A smoldering fire that could be fanned into hot flames at a moment’s notice. But for now, it’s on the back burner.
Bitterness has an edge to it. The Google dictionary has two definitions.
The first one is in the world of taste — bitter being one of the flavors our tongues recognize along with sweet, sour, and salty. So a lemon, which I have no trouble eating raw, is considered bitter. …
When you forgive, you in no way change the past — but you sure do change the future. ~ Bernard Meltzer
Let me go out on a limb here and explain why I ask this particular question:
Forgiving that person or experience may be the most important thing you do all year.
I stand behind those words. Are you stuck in any area of your life, not moving forward in health, finances, or in a relationship? If so, try forgiving the situation or person involved.
Why do I say that? After all, if it really is as big as I think it is, they probably earned your wrath and hardly deserve to be forgiven, right? …
They call it getting dressed up. Not getting pantsed up.
Well, I take that back. For some of us writers, getting pantsed up means we’re flying or writing by the seat of our pants — i.e., making it up as we go along. Just like I am right or write now — vs. plotting or plodding or outlining, or planning what we’re going to say before we say it.
But ahem, back to the main point. It’s called getting dressed up because dresses are considered fancier than pants.
Oh, I know there’s that time-honored expression, fancy pants. And we all have them. Maybe they’re wool or linen, velvet or silk. For real special occasions, like a presidential inauguration that’s to be held live. …
Sometimes I wish we smoked. Maybe because of movies.
There’s the climax after the climax after the climax,
instead of crashing right to sleep, there’s this new other thing.
Where bodies leave off, spent, exhausted, something else kicks in.
Something else lights up at the far end of my cigarette.
There’s a big inhale that says there’s more to love than sex.
There’s more to you than me. There's more to me than you.
And right now, in the sweet darkness of our midnight lives,
we can speak into that space. With the inhalation
and the exhalation, and the watching of the curling smoke
and me watching your chest rise and fall
and you pulling damp hair away from my sticky forehead,
there’s time to get the words out. …
If it weren’t for metaphysical principles and spiritual practices, where would I be?
No doubt curled up in my bed, curtains drawn, burrowing under covers, glued to the news on one of many electronic devices — and I do mean glued — downing bag after bag of Trader Joe’s trail mix. The cheapest one, but it has peanut butter and white chocolate chips!
I’d come up for air, but very little else. Oh, yes, and did I mention I’d probably be sucking my thumb and doing quite a bit of rocking.
Rocking is very soothing, it turns out. It’s one of the body exercises Dr. Resmaa Menakem mentions in his groundbreaking bestseller, My Grandmother’s Hands, Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies. …
Good advice whether we're talking oxygen or N-95. taking care of ourselves puts us in the best place to help others. If we don’t take care of ourselves, we run the risk of burnout. We get exhausted and drained and have nothing to give.
This is a hard lesson. But this week, we’re blessed to have stories to help guide us through this fine line between what’s ours to deal with and what’s their’s.
Katie Michaelson explains how important it is in these stressful times to let others have their space while we take care of ourselves, with some great ideas on just how to do that. …
It was February of the year I decided I could not enable my mom’s drinking anymore. At 74, vodka was killing her. Because she gave money to the cleaning lady to keep her well-stocked. At the height of her disease, she drank a fifth a day. In her condition, she would not last long.
My Al-Anon sponsor was loud and clear. Nagging never works. Been there, done that. But you can speak your heart and say what you will or won’t do. Once. Say it one time. And then be prepared to follow through. …
One of the biggest defects in life is the inability to ask for help. ~ Robert Kiyosaki
Okay, Robert. You got me. I’m defective. I have a hard time asking for help.
Most of the time.
Yes, there are times when I’m the fish out of water, gasping for a pair of lungs. Get me completely out of my element — technology, let’s say. I know that I don’t know. Then I am willing to ask for help. Usually paid help.
The auto mechanic tunes up my car. Computer repair geeks change out my motherboard. Or shows me the sticker covering the camera lens on my new PC, keeping me from seeing myself on a Zoom call — duh! …
No one can be responsible for someone else’s death. Each soul has selected the hour and the place when he or she will transition from this plane. Others are simply the instruments we use for our departure. — Ernest Holmes
If our soul is pure spirit or pure consciousness — choosing when to enter this earthly plane, and via which set of parents — then it makes sense that part of that plan includes when to exit, gracefully or otherwise. …