“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.” --Henry Ward Beecher
Ever since I stumbled upon a guru who said “If you’re angry you’re stupid.” I’ve been angry.
I am tired of all this BS about how wonderful we should be. We can’t even use our God-given emotions to express ourselves, for heaven sake.
If I were being chewed on by a lion, I’d be pretty pissed off.
See why I shut down my website Brunch for the Soul?
While I believe in Brunch, and I believe in the Soul, I have too much of an edge to write about it, except in the terms I am about to put forth.
I knew I could write about the soul, and I knew I had psychological insight, but also I didn’t want to be syrupy sweet. I didn’t want to stand in front of a mirror and tell myself how beautiful I was. If I knew I was beautiful I wouldn’t need to stand in front of a mirror and tell myself lies.
If I knew I was rich, I wouldn’t have to give myself affirmations about richness. I would be it.
All this belief that we ought to be happy all the time is just telling us that we aren’t.
If we feel unhappy, we feel bad about being unhappy.
Then we feel guilty. Then we feel bad about feeling guilty. If we get angry, we feel bad about feeling angry. If we make a mistake, we feel bad about our ineptitude.
We wonder what’s wrong with us, and that little voice at the back of our head agrees with our badness and says, yep, you’re not good enough.
No wonder people go out and shoot things/people up.
If this loop has ever caught you, you know what I am talking about.
You are going to feel bad sometimes. You are going to be angry. So what?
You’re human. If you’re an animal, know that yep, you’re going to get angry too.
Humans, though, have a particular brain that thinks about what it is thinking. I don’t know if animals do.
This morning as I perused Instagram (I do love it) I saw pictures that were so gorgeous and of far-away places that they looked straight out of National Geographic. Normally, I oh and ah, but this morning, I said, “Oh for heaven's sake.”
I felt small in photographing my red peony carried into the kitchen from my backyard.
Hey, it’s my life, and I’m not apologizing for it.
Comparison is something we can drop too.
Know that I love you,
P.S. Brunch for the Soul morphed into this: Don't know how it will twist yet.
Think of this as an Oregon pinot noir--(One of Oregon's best), pairs well with CHOCOLATE