Had a great time at, “Seams of Gold.” Great example of how community is friendly to “Me.” Met a wonderful man.
Me: Hi! I’m Dr. Quijada! I’m a psychiatrist.
Him: I’m Frank. I’m a recovering Alcoholic.
Got to love love that kind of company. Thank you to all who participated and volunteered.
Found after our evening, was thinking about that darn “justice” ever skirting so much of Me. The way becoming the victim to abusive treatment drives “Me” into helplessness all around us. Things like money turn us to blame and ugliness. In the end, telling our story, we hear from our own selves more about the behavior of the curmudgeon than would ever leave cause/change/control space for an innocent like “Me.” Yep. It’s them.
Using the behaviors and emotions of others is never useful to explain/justify the emotions or behaviors of “Me.” We are as free to choose to be a victim as we are to not.
Programs like, Seams of God, and people like Frank, remind us that turning toward something better is, Way! It is way, like opening a window to a hot room, like turning the lights on, like biting into a ripe home-grown cherimoya. Turning toward something good rather than away from “bad” is choosing to be free.
Be free. Everything starts and ends with Me.
Keep on, dandies.