Corrections
I went for a very long walk on the beach early in the morning with the dogs – a last scamper for them and another journey into my thoughts for me. For one thing, I found out those fish on the shore are redfish and they are being left there by fishermen who take their big hunk of filet and leave the carcass behind – seems pretty savage to me.
And the jellies washed ashore are part of the normal process for jelly fish, so this too is not unusual.
And the micro tar balls on the beach well my neighbor insists they have been around since the Pleistocene era.
So only the oil slicks remain as a reminder of BP’s screw up. The fish are all right.
One thing I noticed as we walked this morning is that we do have power over our mind and right now my mind seems to be in pretty good shape but it’s my emotions that are out of control. Truly. When I think of all the things in my life that could make me drop down on my knees and offer a resounding thank you, well I have way too many reasons to do that than not. But emotionally I’m behaving like a five year old and taking each thing that happens and giving it enormous power and weight and thinking in end of the world terms.
So I have a correction to make, I’m thankful for all I have but even so, I’m tripping on wild and weird emotional energy that has me weak at the knees. I’m going to have to do the heavy lifting to deactivate the panic button. The house has been smudged. Oshun is coming when our nanny gets back (she got ill while she was away – sigh – another person to worry about). And pretty soon the one year anniversary of my mother’s death will be behind me instead of hovering over like a dark cloud.