I THOUGHT THIS PUPPY WAS HOUSE BROKEN!
I’ve always been quite proud of the fact that I’m not judgmental.
But lately, in the current political climate, I found it impossible not to judge and criticize.
The best thing to do, I decided, was not to voice my opinions. Unsaid it couldn’t do any harm or upset someone of a different mindset. Thus, I shoved the whole issue into the archives of my mind. Tucked away nice and tidy.
The weirdest thing happened next. Normally, when I look at someone, all I see is a person. I don’t “see” sex, color, size, race, freaky, normal, crazy or anything else humanity can assume.
But suddenly I found myself with a critical mindset of my fellow- run- of- the -mill human beings. A most unpleasant sensation. I thought that puppy was under control. Training him had been quite a chore.
My beloved Oswald Chambers next kicked my rear end. I quote –
“In the spiritual domain nothing is accomplished by criticism. The effect of criticism is a dividing up of the powers of the one criticized.”
I substituted “spiritual domain” with thought process/mindset.
Well damn. Double damn.
I immediately set about house-training this puppy once again. I’m happy to say that I’m slowly finding my way back. Last week I impulsively grabbed a rather large lady (in an ill-fitting dress and with a crazy hairstyle) and gave her a hug.
The “Why thank you honey” in a smoke-roughened voice put wings on my feet and a huge smile on my face as I left.
Thank heaven muscle has memory. So has the mind. I’m grateful to almost be back where I want to be.
Confession time. Sometimes I need to vent without fear of being misunderstood. Or starting some crazy heated dialogue on Facebook. Or misinterpreted.
And that I can.
Sea gulls, ducks, sparrows, crows, ospreys, fish, trees , shrubs and wild flowers are good listeners. Unfortunately there are no pelicans this far north.
And there’s always The Man Upstairs.
Cyber Hugs and blessings all.