"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." ~~ Charles DickensI have to confess that the worst times I've had in my life so far have been living with my mother. Paradoxically, the best times I've had in my life so far have been living with my mother. My mother has helped me realise that all that I seek is within me and to always be true to myself. I've also learned to be the parent to myself that I always wanted.
Last night my mother and I had a fall out. Just as well I'd just finished working on an article called You Can't Hurt Joy! because the article title was a great reminder for me to stay in my bliss no matter what. I even found the drama rather amusing. While she was going off on one, the doorbell rang. It was a man from a local church asking if we were interested in attending their meeting. I told him I wasn't interested in his church.
Now that is funny! I'm having a blazing row with my mother and someone calls round inviting us to go to church! Is God having a laugh or what?
Right now, as I'm writing this, I'm in the dog house. Who knows how long for?
I'm just going to deal with the situation the way I deal with drama - turn it over to Love and let Love smooth things out, while staying in my peace.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!
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