Mr. Potato Head

 

 

 

Mr. Potato Head crept i

nto my mind today.  I remembered he’s buried in a vinyl crypt along with a host of things no longer useful to me.  I feel sorry for him. He never did me any harm, and his smile and festive outfits bring me joy.  When the sadness passes I will resurect him.  Sorry Mr. Potato Head, the devil made me do it.

Ambivilence

Ambivilence: n. Simultaneous, confliction feelings toward a person or thing.

Ya gotta love/hate that!

Let’s talk toe rings………………..

Winnie The Pooh

Oh! I forgot to mention Winnie!. 
Winnie had a more favorable outcome when his family broke up.  He was usurped into foster care by a “wiser than her years” 14 year old, ganlgey girl with braces and hip style.  He was stripped of his long, funky, striped socks upon entering his new home.  So there he sleeps surrounded by at least ten  pillows and host of stuffed friends.   The fate of the socks remains unknown.  But hey Winnie! don’t worry.  When Potato is resurrected I will bring you home and we will all eat bright, red, juicy cherries!!!  I miss you

It’s over now

And one by one I invited them in. The ones named fear, shame, guilt, anger, depression, self-loathing, worry and anxiety.  I called each one by name.  “Come in and rest”, I said, “It’s over now, you are safe”.

And then I turned my attention to the ones I call “me”. I lifted them from the floor, the suicide bed, from behind closed doors, and from that place of agony. “Come in and rest”, I said, “It’s over now, you are safe”.

And then I asked my soul to meet the ones I’ve loved and lost in that place where souls dance in perfect clarity. “I forgive you”, I said, “Come in and rest. It’s over now, you are safe”.

And I called them all together, fear and her friends, those I call “me”, and those I’ve loved and lost. And I thanked each one for coming into my life and teaching me how to be free. “Come in and rest” I said “it’s over now, you are safe”

murder by sociopathy

Sociopath/noun /[[socio + (psycho) path]] a person suffering from psychopathic personality, whose behavior is aggressively antisocial.

You tried to emotionally murder me on your way out.  You know my buttons and you went for each one aggressively with your trendy boot up my ass to knock me over the edge. This you did, however, the outcome was in my favor.  Yo sobrevivi! mejor que antes. Nunca hamas me voy a dejar algien tratar de danarme como tu!  Me di cuenta que yo soy Goddess!!!  Yo sonrio, bailo el baile de la vida rica.  Con libertad.  I possess divinity and grace, now. Well, I always have, but the illusion of the darkness blocked my light for so long.  I taste victory! not over you, for that would be egotistical and there’s no divinity in ego. And when I now longer have to shout from the rooftop of my blog I know I will be victorious