Guest guest Posted August 30, 2004 Report Share Posted August 30, 2004 Confession Friday nights are somehow difficult for me. The week has come to an end but my tension has built. I eat mindlessly and sit in front of the TV. Books are by my side, but I prefer to watch Comedy Central. It is soothing in the way that eating chocolate is. It does you no good, but Friday night is not for healthful therapy now is it? I got a massage today and found myself rising above my horrible week with Bob. His platelets fell to an all-time low and he had to get tanked back up. I was able to access all the wrong emotions and use them to the fullest. Self-pity waxing like the new moon. Geez...it just doesn't let up for us. But I let myself be worked on diligently by a skilled masseuse. We were in the zone, spiritually speaking. The silence was a shared respite for us. Writing offers me respite as well. Words arriving just in time to fill the computer screen. Where do they come from and why am I unconsciously selecting the ones that I do? It's like playing ping pong with yourself. Ping...pong...ping...pong. The net divides the conscious from the subconscious. Ping...pong....words crossing back and forth between different parts of myself. Awesome. Somewhere in between the ping and the pong I reside. I reached into the bottom of a Graeter's ice cream carton, scooping out the last slabs of rich, dark chocolate. That is as close to home as it gets. Bittersweet but unbelievably good. I reluctantly tossed the carton in the trash. If it had had arms and legs I would have embraced it. Such is the nature of escape on a Friday night. Vicki Woodyard http://www.bobwoodyard.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 31, 2004 Report Share Posted August 31, 2004 Dear Vicky your "confession" touched me please excuse my writing i let it write.... Friday evenings are always special - for someone who is jewish by belief descent or what do i know why..... the marranos ("pigs" in spanish) which i met on my way - jews who have been by death punishment been forced to become catholics and still remained jews in their hearts five hundred years and coming to suface nowadays) told me that Friday evenings always have been special for them without knowing why and beside real catholics for them fridays and the night of fridays should be special or? may it be like it is for me it is a not or yes wellcome event to renew the ongoing soulsearch again and again in your special case dearest Vicky you are in the midths of a terible karmic process and need foremost love for yourself as much as possible your lovingly way to describe your "addiction" to chocolate is great and wellknow in my life - till i found Ramana and even since then when lifes get tougjher and rougher (and more down to the fact....) chocolate sweets "love" is welcome.... regarding your Ping Pong LOL this was my tool to tame my mind thought coming having been thought over hundred of times..... PING coming again PONG and so on what a Grace to have found this tabletennis in the mind it really helped and i can suggest it as a real tool to everybody who is in need please embrace you hubby send him smiles and love from michael the eternal fool and child be embraced yourself and hugged and receive a warm rain of love pleasure happiness GRACE your in GD michael >"skiplaurel" <vicki > > > Friday >Tue, 31 Aug 2004 00:09:45 -0000 > >Confession > >Friday nights are somehow difficult for me. The week has come to an >end but my tension has built. I eat mindlessly and sit in front of >the TV. Books are by my side, but I prefer to watch Comedy Central. >It is soothing in the way that eating chocolate is. It does you no >good, but Friday night is not for healthful therapy now is it? > >I got a massage today and found myself rising above my horrible week >with Bob. His platelets fell to an all-time low and he had to get >tanked back up. I was able to access all the wrong emotions and use >them to the fullest. Self-pity waxing like the new moon. Geez...it >just doesn't let up for us. But I let myself be worked on >diligently by a skilled masseuse. We were in the zone, spiritually >speaking. The silence was a shared respite for us. > >Writing offers me respite as well. Words arriving just in time to >fill the computer screen. Where do they come from and why am I >unconsciously selecting the ones that I do? It's like playing >ping pong with yourself. Ping...pong...ping...pong. The net divides >the conscious from the subconscious. Ping...pong....words crossing >back and forth between different parts of myself. Awesome. > >Somewhere in between the ping and the pong I reside. I reached into >the bottom of a Graeter's ice cream carton, scooping out the last >slabs of rich, dark chocolate. That is as close to home as it gets. > Bittersweet but unbelievably good. I reluctantly tossed the carton >in the trash. If it had had arms and legs I would have embraced it. > Such is the nature of escape on a Friday night. > >Vicki Woodyard >http://www.bobwoodyard.com > > _______________ Add photos to your e-mail with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 31, 2004 Report Share Posted August 31, 2004 , "MICHAEL BINDEL" <michael_bindel@h...> wrote: > > Dear Vicky > > your "confession" touched me > please excuse my writing i let it write.... The only way I write is, as you say--to let it write. Then writing can inform you of what is going on in the deep psyche. Ping...pong...ping..pong...is mental, but after that quiets down, the soul can sing its song. Then the witness of the writing makes itself known. Your heart is large, Michael and your innocence is perceived. I am not so well-meaning as you are. I have a tendency to jump to conclusions and broadcast them emotionally. Ah, well..... Ramana Maharshi befriends us all with his eyes. Love, Vicki > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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