My Dad and I at Dolce Vita on Fathers' Day...
They had this little set up inside the mall; kids we're having a blast..
For 2 days now Christina and I have been trying to discover the source of this noxious smell in our dining area. We had narrowed it down to right around the dining table.
The search began at ground level and worked upward. We have one cat and a 2 1/2 yr. old baby girl so the sources of olfactory assault are numerous to say the least. First I thought that the cat had gotten sick in an inconspicuous place. Nope, ruled that out. Next I checked the potato and onion/garlic wire storage bins. Nope,...not there. At this point I am starting to suspect the death of a small rodent in the junior wall that makes up our simulated 'foyer' separating the dining 'room' from 'foyer'. I sniffed around at the water in both of the flower vases on the table..No, not that either (both my partner and I have had birthdays in the past week).
I am close to this point where I don't know what, but I have got to find the source of this stench even if I can't do anything about it!! It's like an itch that I can't scratch!
Then, just in a last scrutinous nasal pass over the top of the dining room table my senses red line over the most delicate, pretty, normally unobtrusive florally accentuating greenery on the table......'Babies' Breath'. Yep... Babies' Breath. This super foul stench that I had taken as something far more physically putrid was nothing less than one of the most delicate and pretty recent additions to our environment. Who would've thought? Excited to discover the source, I could now relax knowing that the guest would only be temporary, and that I still know how to keep my house clean. Yay...... Afterwards, I realized that that was all it was about all along.
The search began at ground level and worked upward. We have one cat and a 2 1/2 yr. old baby girl so the sources of olfactory assault are numerous to say the least. First I thought that the cat had gotten sick in an inconspicuous place. Nope, ruled that out. Next I checked the potato and onion/garlic wire storage bins. Nope,...not there. At this point I am starting to suspect the death of a small rodent in the junior wall that makes up our simulated 'foyer' separating the dining 'room' from 'foyer'. I sniffed around at the water in both of the flower vases on the table..No, not that either (both my partner and I have had birthdays in the past week).
I am close to this point where I don't know what, but I have got to find the source of this stench even if I can't do anything about it!! It's like an itch that I can't scratch!
Then, just in a last scrutinous nasal pass over the top of the dining room table my senses red line over the most delicate, pretty, normally unobtrusive florally accentuating greenery on the table......'Babies' Breath'. Yep... Babies' Breath. This super foul stench that I had taken as something far more physically putrid was nothing less than one of the most delicate and pretty recent additions to our environment. Who would've thought? Excited to discover the source, I could now relax knowing that the guest would only be temporary, and that I still know how to keep my house clean. Yay...... Afterwards, I realized that that was all it was about all along.
As physical bodies and sexes are concerned we, as human beings are either male or female. We have general traits---originating from within our DNA, then strengthened by our cultures--that dictate our behavioral make up. These 'lines' are not altogether straight and vary a great deal from man to man and woman to woman. Depending upon your personal make up you may, within your culture experience a kind of disapproval of your traits if it takes your behaviors beyond certain culturally drawn lines. These lines are fallible, they are 'man made'.
One area that comes to mind is emotional expression. Generally men are 'allowed' to be angry if they are hurt, but not to shed tears as this is seen as weak. Pardon the phrase, but 'nothing could be further from the Truth'. Women are permitted to cry, yet anger is many times not as well recieved. Anger is a valid and useful emotion in the right place and appropriately placed, yet the shedding of tears in relation to being hurt is much closer to the truth than anger about the same, which is a much more protected and less vulnerable state, hence it is Much easier to come by.
When men see other men cry that are not actively stifling their tears, they usually feel a kind of helplessness or uncomfortableness. When men see other men in anger, they are generally much more 'at home' with this. As men we feel safer with this. Isn't that just a little bit scary? I think so, considering that tears are closer to pain.
When women see other women cry they support them through embracing and listening. In general there is not an effort to stop them.
All emotions are are appropriate for both sexes. Crying is not weakness; it is being in touch with what hurts you enough to let the water flow out--the water of emotion. Let's not forget about Tears of Beauty or Joy. Perhaps it is that Tears of Pain wrench the Heart when we see them flowing from another, which in men prompts this desire to dry them up, however through our support of one another and acceptance of this state in all people regardless of gender they dry up of their own. This is a Healing process that the Creator has placed inside of us human beings. It is tender and beautiful and signifies a letting go of false and harmful cultural 'stops'. Futhermore, it shows our Humanity and helps to keep us Clean. That's right; Tears Clean us of Energetic Debris.
As we Evolve further from the War Culture that we have become and Align once again with the Beauty and Wisdom of our Earth Mother we may find that Love, Peace, Wisdom, and Gentleness will not just be ideas of Virtues that We Feel every once in a while, but more and more become the Fiber of our very Beings.
Generosity,...Wisdom,...Respect,...Courage....
One area that comes to mind is emotional expression. Generally men are 'allowed' to be angry if they are hurt, but not to shed tears as this is seen as weak. Pardon the phrase, but 'nothing could be further from the Truth'. Women are permitted to cry, yet anger is many times not as well recieved. Anger is a valid and useful emotion in the right place and appropriately placed, yet the shedding of tears in relation to being hurt is much closer to the truth than anger about the same, which is a much more protected and less vulnerable state, hence it is Much easier to come by.
When men see other men cry that are not actively stifling their tears, they usually feel a kind of helplessness or uncomfortableness. When men see other men in anger, they are generally much more 'at home' with this. As men we feel safer with this. Isn't that just a little bit scary? I think so, considering that tears are closer to pain.
When women see other women cry they support them through embracing and listening. In general there is not an effort to stop them.
All emotions are are appropriate for both sexes. Crying is not weakness; it is being in touch with what hurts you enough to let the water flow out--the water of emotion. Let's not forget about Tears of Beauty or Joy. Perhaps it is that Tears of Pain wrench the Heart when we see them flowing from another, which in men prompts this desire to dry them up, however through our support of one another and acceptance of this state in all people regardless of gender they dry up of their own. This is a Healing process that the Creator has placed inside of us human beings. It is tender and beautiful and signifies a letting go of false and harmful cultural 'stops'. Futhermore, it shows our Humanity and helps to keep us Clean. That's right; Tears Clean us of Energetic Debris.
As we Evolve further from the War Culture that we have become and Align once again with the Beauty and Wisdom of our Earth Mother we may find that Love, Peace, Wisdom, and Gentleness will not just be ideas of Virtues that We Feel every once in a while, but more and more become the Fiber of our very Beings.
Generosity,...Wisdom,...Respect,...Courage....
That's Right, I've finally at long, long last reached that miraculous point of, "You know what...I don't have any desire to keep track of how old I am Anymore! I'm Over It!" it's funny, but today (my birthday) it just hit me, all of a sudden, "this is not fun, as Fun goes, anymore". It's not bad, there's just no more need for bells, whistles, kazoos, and conical hats. I see the Italian Mafioso in my mind drawl out "F o r g e t a b o u t i t...."
Well...there's no forgeting, but the countUp, as it were, can withdraw muffled, gagged, and out of sight.
Anyway, huuurrrayy, I'm another year older. Happy happy, joy joy.
Wisdom comes with Age, they say. Well, granted, as long as they don't get divorced along the way. ....Take a Deep Breath and Count to Ten...
Well...there's no forgeting, but the countUp, as it were, can withdraw muffled, gagged, and out of sight.
Anyway, huuurrrayy, I'm another year older. Happy happy, joy joy.
Wisdom comes with Age, they say. Well, granted, as long as they don't get divorced along the way. ....Take a Deep Breath and Count to Ten...