Friday, July 27, 2007

Sowing Shit


PISCES - The Partner for Life Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to be around. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet.
DragonLdy sent this to me today. This doesn't sound like me at all, does it?
I am my sign to a T. This probably explains a lot about me. If you believe in reincarnation, Pisces is the last stop on the incarnation train. We are old and tired souls. I think this is why I don't get too caught up in stuff, this is all transitory and I KNOW this. It is a deep knowing that I cannot explain. Takes the edge off of the bad shit and the good shit as well. This too shall pass. Also explains why I spend every last dime I make (and then some), am dissatisfied with all relationships, continue to smoke. It will all be OK, it will work out as it should. I am not afraid of death. I find joy in little things; cuddle from my doggies, a latte, a perfect day. It is the process of being human. It is our connections that define us. How we treat others. I think you can tell a lot about someone on how they treat animals. (Which brings me back to the dog fighting guy Vick, I don't think they are giving that guy enough credit. I tried getting Pandora and Fletch to fight all day yesterday; teased them with their dolly, held their snoots together, riled them up. I could not get them to fight. It is harder than you would think and Vick deserves props for that.) Ultimately, we are all connected and the only thing that really matters is that we love. Every experience is neither intrinsically good or bad, just a learning opportunity. I try to remind myself of this when I am embroiled in some drama or another. It is not easy to be sure, but this is why I am told that I am annoyingly "glass is half full" by lots of people. I think much of my recent malaise can be contributed to the fact I am not honoring the spiritual side of myself. I am much more calm when I am feeding that part of my soul. You may be surprised to know that at one point, I was studying to be a Unity minister. I am sowing shit right now so why am I shocked that shit is what I am reaping? A heaping bushel basket full of shit. Duh! Kindergarten metaphysics.

3 comments:

sc said...

I don't really think Border Collies are the fighting type.

LA Woman said...

I just haven't found the proper motivation. I think I may have to take a more cerebral approach with her. Start whispering how Fletch is my favorite and how he is elbowing her out...that may work.

Duke said...

You could always drop a duce on the kitchen floor and tell Pandora that Fletch is blaming her.