Revelations, not of the biblical kind, has been the gist of my life the past 7 days!
I was ecstatic!
High and confident, I vibrantly delivered a talk in front of about 500 to 600 college students, speaking to them about communication and how it impacts, shapes and defines their world today.
With gusto' I touched on my 4 D's: Dare, Discover, Develop, Deliver and revealed to this large crowd of young adults how the quality of their inner communication can be an indication of how they will relate towards others.
My topic centered on the aspect that what they have in their lives right now: their friends, their chosen field of study, their grades and even the depth and satisfaction of their relationship with their loved ones, is a result of their personal choices stemming from the way they communicate first and foremost with themselves.
Frankly speaking, it was a well received and much applauded talk. Students, faculty and guests were all obviously pleased. For a glorious hour I was a beaming springing lady of light fancying I had done this part of the world a good deed having saved young mortals from the damnation of their twisted communication, yeah right, well. That was last Monday.
And last Monday is a million and two plus five tired ticking minutes ago. History. Nobody remembers history. Well, unless you're planning a military or sales strategy, I suppose.
Today I am rudely affronted by my own lack of understanding about the very topic I vivaciously prattled about. With the finesse of Medusa's touch, I have craftfully unleashed a tirade of nonsense, pouring bile, venom and setting ablaze a conflagration of negativity that is now circling the earth, its acrid smoke belching towards the third sun of the seventh galaxy billowing towards the defunct planet of Krypton.
Poor space. Not only does it have to contend with earth's debris, it too has to deal with me.
I'm thinking, I guess sometimes, the lessons I preach, are the very revelations I most need to hear. Amen.
but, prism! we need to be able to spew the occasional vile stuff. you should hear what can come outta my mouth. whew! a sailor would blush. i know it makes us feel bad for a bit ... okay, the lingering effects of the anger can make us feel really, really bad. but, just think ... your positive energy is also circling the earth. and i'm sure there is much, much more of that. i know .. i can feel it. and i can't feel the negative stuff.
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