Monthly Archives: January 2015

Love is the miracle cure.

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Loving myself works miracles in my life.

Namaste, my friends.

Love,
Pamela

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My contribution…

I learned something important about myself yesterday.

I think the only way I am, or can be, a contributor to the community, or to society, is in the way I currently do it- through music, art, and written word.

When I’m in a group or crowd and one or more people gets outraged, I want to shut that down. Especially when it’s about racism. It’s so big, it’s so historic, it’s so ingrained in our culture, and it’s so profitable, it isn’t going away anytime soon.

One thing I firmly believe is that analyzing the emotional history of it, and festering on the unfairness of it, and debating with those who deny it exists, is exactly what those for whom it profits want us to do.

When a thing that is clearly unfair lingers decade after decade, there is a motivation. It isn’t hate. Hate must be taught to each new born child. The hate taught is manipulation by someone. The puppet master. Who gains the most by this hatred continuing? It’s all about the money.

As I write this, I feel pretty sure a thesis is forming to prove this theory.
Some of us contribute to society by telling it’s story. By making sense of it.

But like anything in life, festering over why something is chronically unfair? That makes us each a victim of it.
I can’t sit there. I can’t stay there.

I want people to look deeper. Consider the push and pull behind it.
This where we can rip it apart, examine, and deconstruct it.

Namaste, my friends.

Love,
Pamela


Read and read it.

I have to relearn how to comprehend a textbook. As I think of it, maybe I need to learn how to comprehend a textbook.

This morning amounts to the effort of comprehending my general psychology text. Thankfully, I find this topic interesting.

I am going to be challenged a lot this semester.

As it should be.

Namaste, my friends.

Love,
Pamela


Ducks…

There are broken people in this world that you will capture the attention of. These are the kind that will pull you towards them just to push you away. When they push it is deliberate, swift, and brutal.

When they see the damage they’ve done, they will then expect you to thank them for lessons learned over the experience.

Sometimes no amount of compassion, understanding, logical thinking, reasoning will matter. They’re just too broken.

The remedy is to quietly walk away.

Sometimes a duck is a duck.

Namaste, my friends.

Love,
Pamela


Reminder

I was reminded today, that I can’t do a thing just for the reward without getting pretty neurotic.

I started feeling panicked I couldn’t live up to what I had done last semester or to live up to all the things I’ve committed myself to. After all, if this is going right, then things should continue to get harder and harder. But today I remembered, if I just concentrate on learning and enjoying the learning, working and enjoying the work, then the grades will follow, the completion will follow. It’s impossible for it not to.

Learn, love, repeat.

That’s about it.

Namaste, my friends.

Love,
Pamela


Blue

I’m quite blue today. My motivation escapes me today.

I did want to say thank you for reading my posts.

Namaste, my friends.

Love,
Pamela


It’s easy to do

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I choose to surround myself with people who are respectful and kind to others, to me, and to themselves.

It’s so easy.

Namaste, my friends.

Love,
Pamela