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Words are powerful.  We even have words to dismiss the power of words (“sticks and stones may break my bones but names can never hurt me” is a good example). Words can hurt.  Words, in my experience, can be and often are used in ways that amount to abuse, even torture – ‘water-boarding the mind’.  I can give examples, from my own experiences in life. How about these:

  • You wretched, worthless child – god damn it,  can’t you do anything right?
  • F*ck, you’re stupid.
  • You’re a girl, you only have to be good at cooking and blowjobs.
  • I brought you into this world, I can take you out!
  • No one will ever love you like I do.
  • You can not survive without me.
  • You owe everything to me.
  • Without me you are nothing.
  • Well, some people have talent, I guess you have to do the best you can without it.

Words used to imply the threat of violence in the face of non-compliance…words used to punish, to damage, to confuse… we use words to communicate, but we also use words to control, and hurt each other. Words seem powerful indeed; they can deliver lasting damage without contact of any kind. And the more we hear the same words, the more believable the words seem to be. Eventually, slogans, phrases, ideas, even insults become internalized and part of ‘who we are’. Scary.

I know I’ve lashed out at people using words – mostly operating on a very harmful assumption that although hitting people is not ok, hurting them with words isn’t ‘violent’. Oh, but isn’t it?  Is the emotional pain we deal with as a byproduct of unhealthy relationships any less painful than any other sort of pain we feel? Is it easier or more difficult to heal? Something to think about… treating people well, by using language in an honest way, without the intent or will to cause harm, damage, punish, or control doesn’t cost anything, and immediately makes the world a better place for everyone.

Pursuing mindfulness is taking me some very interesting places as a thinking being.

A question for Wednesday – if you could choose a life free of guilt, worry, or resentment, would you?

I find myself inclined to immediately answer ‘yes!’  I admit, however, I have made a lot of choices that brought one or more of those my way pretty reliably.  Worry and guilt seem easiest to dispense with, from my perspective. Worry is about something that hasn’t, and may not, happen. Guilt is about something already in the past – and unnecessary when I am accountable for my actions, and willing to take ownership for mistakes. The resentment piece was where I started this morning – because I was very aware that I had none in that moment, and then… uncomfortably self-conscious that that seemed noteworthy! I found myself understanding how mindfulness could ease worry or guilt, and seriously puzzled by resentment in general.  Should resentment even exist if I ‘take care of me’? If I live honestly with my partners, communicating my needs clearly, and taking time to understand theirs? I have reached levels of resentment in prior relationships that aren’t even describable in a rational framework – because it makes no sense to have gotten to that point! Good choices, honest choices, and treating myself well – and compassionately – wouldn’t leave room for resentment, would it? Is there any moment of resentment that isn’t based on my own choices? Is resentment always self-inflicted? I have no answers, just something I plan to think about more. “Treating myself well” is beginning to look like a vista, not a challenge… and thinking more constructively about some things is having results I didn’t expect. Good ones. Artistic ones. Emotional ones.

Yesterday was a good day. The evening was hardly marred by feeling ill and being in physical pain; I stayed in-the-moment with that, which was a very new experience and quite different. I woke feeling better this morning.  Today seems like another good day… how much of this is me and how much is something other than me?  Do I have so much control over my experience, in fact, that good days come so easily when I don’t expect bad ones? More to think about… but for now, mindfully forward into Wednesday’s work.

Woke in a bad place, after a decent night’s sleep, that had followed another demonstration of my lack of social skill and saying it sucked doesn’t say enough. I am too fragile and volatile this morning to write fairly, meaningfully, and in a way that has lasting value for me to reflect on, myself. Today I will venture forth anxious, and doing my best to treat myself well… I really need me to be here for me, right now.

Maybe something more later. Be safe, World, and treat the people you meet with compassion and kindness; you can’t know the challenges they face, or suffering they feel, without asking, and listening… And you rarely seem to have the time, or sympathy, afterall you hurt, too.

… It’s just a good day to give some acknowledgement and thanks… first, to good partners in fair mood or foul; thank you. Love is the best stuff ever.  And to the innovators and inventors, and the people who keep technology moving ever forward, thanks for smart phones, WinAmp, earbuds, and playlists that never end and keep me going. Thanks, Dave Matthews, The Rave-Ups, The Who, The Crystal Method, and a whole host of friends and strangers who have things to say that I need to hear. Thanks to good weather and miles of sidewalk… and feet that aren’t hurting.

Today got started badly, around 4:19am… something woke me, and I woke angry. Bad dreams. Big anger. I got out of bed trembling and agitated and a bit directionless. I took a few minutes to ensure the house was quiet, and all was well. A few minutes of deep breathing and meditation, and some gentle relaxing asanas, and medication. A few calm moments in the dark, and I went back to bed. I ‘restarted’ my day. Wow did that work out nicely! Awakened by Love, then a tasty latte, a good walk, some time to converse and connect before we each got on with our own plans for the day…  Now it is evening… still quiet, still calm. An old old song comes up on my playlist and I connect with myself for a moment… I feel peace and contentment gently grow into a moment of satisfaction just the tiniest bit shy of elation. It is an amazing feeling… I wish I could share it. I can only share the song – and smile. It is is meaningful for me, like part of an important conversation with myself, and it connects several threads of my tangled experience with each other.

Finishing the weekend feeling like this has me feeling also like the week to come is full of promise and the possibility of more wonderful feelings. Am I ready to be open to the best life has to offer me? Am I ready to make mindful choices that meet my needs over time? Am I ready to treat people well, and to commit to being treated well in return? Am I ready to make mistakes, and learn the lessons they offer?  (Are you?)