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Sorry to take so long, I get behind then it's h to catch up. So I just freeze.
T, ceasar is the dog whisperer. Guidence for raising the puppys, name them Liberty and Grace. Training is so much easier when all is on the same sheet of directions. Allways before it was my da.. dog now it is "ours". A wonderful thing it can be. I am sure some know what I mean.

Spring has been a very wet and a moody one this year, I have been having good advances at keeping focased on adapting to the change in my occupation and industry from the bailouts of the auto industry and the current Governments hate for Liberty.

Summer is about gone and it has been way too fast in passing by. The ground is dry as a rock and the garden sucked, onions about the only veg that did well. I must add it was planted late and lacked in daily care. The birds ate the corn.

Things Change, it is much more adaptable for me after grasping that it is life. Nothing remains constant, so my abilitys are much better served by accepting and somewhat exspecting change. The learned behaviours of not liking change has caused much loss and unrealized why of pain. After realizing the losses that can not be regained I have found or was actually helped to find a new outlook, or maybe a revived outlook with how I can change to ride the changes that all things deteriorate and I am included. The understanding that I took all things to personally was my root problem and still trys to creep back in.
At this point I refuse to ever go back when tomorrow comes that so much with abit of change can be gained.

R

Change is the constant and so tough to deal with. We will and do deteriorate yet there can be strange compensations to be had. We sure plowed through countless valleys in the time at LTT, here, and me at Zone. I am surely not the same but climb the hills perhaps tougher and as determined as ever. Not taking things personally is that key agreement of Don Miguel Ruiz. I do my best to apply it to just about every situation.

Happy Labor Day, R and J and P, and everyone..........Love, T

I like both your postings T and R, that is my constant struggle to learn, is to deal with change more gracefully. I did post on the Diary thread how my husband had run over a special "Radio Flyer" wagon belonging to my youngest child that someone had made a special decal for it. I was using it as a means to remove the garden pots that I'm letting go of to Goodwill. The activity of using the wagon and letting go of the pots were hard on me. So then to see that my husband had been careless or preoccupied in his "task" that he didn't check to see if he was going to run over anything with his pick up just tested all types of emotion in me.

I discovered he had done this when I was putting weeds in a dumpster, I saw the wagon all crumpled and then saw that many of the good pots had been destroyed so now the value of giving them to someone else to enjoy was more discouraging in my "letting go" process. I wailed or ranted or both to the birds and whomever was in earshot, I don't cuss, so it was pretty mild, but very unlike me. I'm not sure if this is me evolving, feeling my emotions and expressing them instead of stuffing them, or plain old lack of Hormones! LOL!

But I allowed to feel my feelings of disappointment, put the shredded plastic pots in the recycle bin, put the good ones in a different container and went back to survey the broken wagon again. I could clearly see it was unrepairable, and the bed was rusting away and had holes in it, thus it isn't worth repairing. I thought of creative ideas to take the wheels off and use the bed as a flower pot....but I "let go" of that idea. I reasoned that I don't need to do that to feel better or bring back old memories. I have pictures of this wagon with my son and the decal, I don't need anymore reminder of the "good" times.

My goal is to let go of "stuff" and be free to enjoy the present. Plus I have two other wagons that are larger and can serve the same purpose. Also, if needs be, I could ask for another wagon for my birthday or find one at a garage sale. So this was a big step for me and I let my husband know that I discovered the wagon, as I could tell before I found it in the dumpster that he was acting a bit sheepish and I wondered why...sort of a like a "little boy" waiting to for his Mother to find out what he had done.

So I was glad that I worked it out, grieved the loss, reasoned w/ the pros and cons of this "change" as simple as it is to some folks and harder for others, and that life will go on and I will survive w/o this memento of my son's childhood. Paislee