Monday, February 03, 2014

Fire and Water Squirts

I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do...

If you get confused, don't worry, I do that too.

It started when I stumbled across this fabulous quote:

Set peace of mind as your highest goal and organize your entire life around it. ~ Brian Tracy 

So I began concentrating on that goal, thinking I should make this my morning, noon, evening and night chant. I do believe in peace of mind, and especially peace in the home. My entire adult life, peace in my home has been my mantra. Maybe I can't do anything about the rest of the world, but I can have peace in my own home. But I had never really considered peace of mind being up there too, though I tend to think in positives and negatives and peace of mind is of course a positive.

A long time ago, an invited house guest who had traveled many many miles to stay with me, yelled and cursed at me in my own home and it put me in shock! Even worse, I forgave them, making up a thousand excuses for their behavior. But sadly, they didn't value the forgiveness nor respect my desire for a peaceful home. I had to finally face reality and send them packing to take their misery elsewhere. Sad but true. Peace restored.

I think of my home as being at complete peace, the place where I feel my best, my happy refuge.

All in all, I am super lucky, my closest friends which are far and few are peaceful loving souls.

Life is good...

Later I stumbled across this nugget of wisdom:

Write down everything that’s weighing you down mentally and then burn it as a form of letting go.

So I began writing and  filled up an entire page. Suddenly, one page wasn't enough. Two pages, three pages, four and more. Five hours later, I had a small notebook full of weight.

It was late, maybe I was tired, maybe I wasn't thinking clearly anymore. Since this campground doesn't allow fires on the ground and not having an outside grill, I figured I could just set my little fire in the sink inside the motorhome. I set the notebook on fire and yepper, that's me with the screaming smoke alarms and the squealing carbon monoxide sniffers at an unholy hour of the evening.

I put the fire out, I shut down the alarms, but now the kitchen is flooded, and the throw rugs are soaking up the water. *SIGH*.

Well, I worked on mental and home peace until the wee hours of the night. I have washed all the throw rugs, hanging them outside to dry. I've mopped up the kitchen, cleaned and dried my vinyl floors until they are squeaky clean.

One slightly nervous dog is dodging my strange fascination with fire, water and sudden housekeeping in the middle of the night.

I hear the wail of firetrucks getting closer and closer... I just hope it's not me that's has to offer up some serious explaining...

1 comment:

  1. oh dear ! that's a dangerous method f'sure! poor little Harley ;) … what I have done is write them down and placed them in a sealed container. I did this over four years ago and ever once in a while, I remember and look in the container... my reactions are different each time ~ have things changed? and how and all the whys and so forth… then add another batch of wth's… SIGH

    Another less dangerous way is to bury the paper in dirt. in a pot plant or outside ... the paper will decompose and well, hopefully, so will the crap that weighs us down.

    Your health would cause most people to give up... you haven't let that stop you... and that's good stuff


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