Um. Gee. I don’t know. I’m alive. So shouldn’t that be enough? I’ve done another good deed yesterday morning but I’m not sure if that action alone is based on self-fulfilling ego or the feeling of guilt for not “being there” or just simply happy to oblige the family of five or so. I continue to pray/bless/boost via my active imagination and sometimes feel earthquakes from my heart via clogged arteries of high-cholesterol and high-triglyceride levels. Overall, I believe the flame in my heart is well. (Or is it good for proper grammer?)
I do know my tongue still lashes out unkind and hostile words, making me a mean and nasty person — the very traits I fail to improve. (That was per Maw en route to this evening’s mass. She had inquired if her boy communicated his interest in “going to church”. Of course, the green-headed, Medusa came out and I wanted to teach her to let go of the past and that he is “Buddhist” now and not quite “Catholic/Christian”. Alas, I’ll truly never know or understand a mother’s love for her FAVORITE child. Blast!)
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