Recently, during lunch with my coworkers, we were discussing different personal topics and one of the comments was about keeping the peace rather than angering someone with the truth. Everyone agreed it is wrong to keep quiet when someone is misbehaving. So why are we silent? Why don’t we speak up and do the right thing? Why do we let others bully us?
I have kept quiet a time or two when I should have spoken up. I try to be honest with the people in my life. I think it can be done in a civil manner.
Another questions is, why do these people misbehave? When I say misbehave it can mean many things. In my conversation with my coworkers we were talking about people who manipulate others. Why do people act that way? Selfish? Insecure? Just downright mean, cynical, ugly people?
Whatever the reason, it’s annoying. Especially when the manipulator’s nastiness is affecting many lives.
I read this today and it seemed to fit this topic: Don’t continue engaging or attempting to keep the peace at the expense of your inner peace.
My grandson is turning 1 soon and instead of gifts, his parents have requested that family and friends write a letter that he will read when he reaches his 18th birthday.
I began writing my letter wondering just what I would say. I thought it might be difficult to write but as I began speaking to my grandson 17 years from now, the words just poured out. It was much easier than I had imagined it would be. The letter is still in draft form but looking at it today, there isn’t anything that I can see to change which is odd for me as I typically find many different ways to say what I’m thinking, and I tend to make frequent changes to my blog posts….but not with this letter. I wondered, why did this letter flow so easily and was so easy to complete? My response was more of a feeling – I love this child so much! I don’t think it would have been easy to write a letter like this to someone I didn’t have such a strong emotion for.
I hope to live to see his face when he reads my letter. I’m excited to learn what everyone else has written, too. He’s a well-loved baby.
Oh, and of course I’m getting him a gift too. After all, I AM his Grammy.
I have a lightly shaded green thumb. Not a dark green as I’m not able to get everything to grow and there are a few plants, such as basil, which no matter how many times I try, they just don’t thrive. But, I do have many plants in my home, around my home, as I love the natural color of green and the energy and harmony they bring.
I find myself chatting with these lovely gifts this world has given me. And, they speak back. No, I’m not crazy, when I say “speak” I mean in different terms. I have one plant that simply by looking at it I can tell it needs a drink. Each plant has its own unique message. And, when one doesn’t thrive, I feel a bit of sadness.
My sister has joked that God’s favorite color is green. I think she’s right. A lush green forest is eye candy. It feels good. I think blue is God’s second favorite……the ocean gives an amazing vibe.
A snippet of photos from my home and the “gardens” I love. Nothing out of the ordinary as I live in the desert (today’s high temp will be 111°), but my little slice of tranquility.