Work has been insanely busy for me for the past few weeks and my swollen right hand is finally starting to recover, so I figured writing a blog would speed up my recovery. Afterall, creativity prevents me from going completely insane. It is like my friends Valerian root, chamomile, and lavendar. Lets hear it for calming herbs!
My dreams lately have reminded me of that awful feeling of stalling over and over again in a stick-shift on a steep hill. I think my dreams are going to go somewhere, but then they keep getting interupted by my neurotic bowls. Consequently, each dream is like a fragment of itself.
The most apparent and well-recollected fragment was me trapped in a small space being threatened by large flying cockroaches. Each time the insects tried to attack me they would come at me with unbelievable speed. Once they entered the space within a foot of my face they would crack in half and fall to the ground. I stood dumbfounded as their angry three inch bodies met their fates.
Anger defeats it's attackers.
When people and animals allow rage to fuel their motives they often end up defeating themselves, not always, but often. I had calmly stood my ground in that very short dream and survived my enemies without doing anything. As people continue to attack me with hurtful words and dirty looks I look deep within myself for calm and comfort and remind myself that their words will one day crack in half and cease to exist.
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It amazes me how angry people come at us with the intent of destroying us. They come at us, full bore, like a bull in a China shop, hoping that either their anger will hurt us or that their anger will rub off on us only to ultimately destroy us. You pegged it Paloma - we need to do nothing but hold steadfast to our inner peace. Our attackers will eventually go away, and we'll be spared their viciousness. I wish I had that ability to do that more often.
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