I don’t care if you’re light purple, mauve, shocking pink, trans-species, a Donald Trump fan, a forgiver of Bill Clinton’s infidelity, a Charlie Sheen fan, watched F-Troop, loved the maid jokes in the Brady Bunch, sing songs from the Sound of music in the shower, loved Crocodile Dundee II, are a gridiron fan of San. Fran. , write blogs about how ultra-spiritual you are or try to hook up potential customers here on Tiny Buddha.
I still luv you.
gently rubbing wrists and rotator cuffs, tickling trigger fingers, fondling flexor tendons, kissing carpal tunnels, grabbing glutes,
…have all worked for me… my partner and I tend to lick each others’ wounds as we get older or just complain about our aching bodies. 🙂
tough topic to speak authentically about, so easy to be misinterpreted. But of course you’re right. Those daily hugs are essential for mental health. Really, I’d be sad without them.
So if we can just allow ourselves to heal, instead of forcing, planning, checking, reminding, comparing, controlling, etcetera.
Just this morning I felt in this “allow to heal” mode. Just in full acceptance of my imperfect self in the imperfect moment. We learn to be in awe of the apparently mundane moment.
I’m right with you anita. This is good stuff.
Remember the swing?
when to play was the thing?
up we’d go
our hearts would know
the joy of the flow
our groins would squeal
at the pleasure we’d feel
we’d feel at ease
in the breeze
until our mothers would say
please
come in for dinner!
authenticity or living an authentic life being true to yourself, your own needs, is possibly what you are saying.
gossip is a terrible thing, a bad habit I used to have. I try to be loyal these days. Loyalty is something I really value now.
I can remember physical pain from childhood, like awful toothaches and visiting the dentist to have extractions. The sting on the hand from the teacher’s hard rubber strap or wooden cane. I used to get severe hives and also boils. Corked thighs from football and strained muscles.
But psychological pain from criticism would scar me more. Because I looked up to my brothers so much, if they laughed at my attempt at something or having a “mediocre” point of view, I really felt the blow. I can still remember my brother saying “how could you possibly like that stupid celebrity?” So I stopped liking that celebrity immediately.
So I do fear future physical pain of course as I age. My greatest psychological fear is that I might need my siblings for support, as I pride myself on independance.
If you think she’s crossed the line, then that is all that matters. Don’t worry what we think. Tell her to stop flirting and ask your boyfriend to cease all contact.
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