Here's to you, Missy. May you find all the treasures a cat would love over the rainbow bridge. I hope we see you again one day.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
A Tribute to Missy
Missy was a very old kitty. Her love for hunting mice, birds, and other creatures was astounding. She loved to be outside most of the time. We got her when we were in Merom which would be before 2005. She was greatly loved.
Here's to you, Missy. May you find all the treasures a cat would love over the rainbow bridge. I hope we see you again one day.
Here's to you, Missy. May you find all the treasures a cat would love over the rainbow bridge. I hope we see you again one day.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Feeling "Guilty" again
Perhaps it IS "our fault. There is this looming email thing that has the questions of responsibility goes AGAIN. It is the MONSTER. The horrible thing that has no form, shape or substance. It still ensnares this being.
The monster reference is the questionable facts that there were numerous emails sent to Julie. Was this the straw that broke the camels back? Did the neediness consume the relationship as it has done many others?
Julie spoke of this hideous being before she left. She even measured its teeth in the depths of how many. She measured the amount of vile fluid it spewed. She questioned others on its content and what to do. How awful was this horrid thing any ways?
Too much..
we are just too much. Too much for any person to handle and we have proven this many times over. Even the best people, the devout, the religious, the strongest.. all have succumbed. No one has survived.
The "flames" we refer to.. in our sand tray and in our words is this monstrosity. It takes many forms. It sucks the dancing people into its hypnotic lure. It beckons them. The innocent are mystified at its attractions but, this is an illusion. Those flames are destructive and destroy all who come near them.
We are the 🔥. We are the distruction. We end up killing or destroying those who dare to enter our space. We.. are pure evil in disguise. We are 🔥. We are ice.
We have ruined this by sending "too many" emails. We did something. We are the guilt. We are the responsibility for our own faults and failures. We are the ones whom were supposed to be locked 🔒 away. Hidden. Somehow they escaped and consumed it anyways. The relationship gone.. and the "stack of emails" was the monster this time.
Sigh. We are monsters.. and quarantine is best to prevent any more disasters....
🤐😢💔💔💔💔😥😥😥
The monster reference is the questionable facts that there were numerous emails sent to Julie. Was this the straw that broke the camels back? Did the neediness consume the relationship as it has done many others?
Julie spoke of this hideous being before she left. She even measured its teeth in the depths of how many. She measured the amount of vile fluid it spewed. She questioned others on its content and what to do. How awful was this horrid thing any ways?
Too much..
we are just too much. Too much for any person to handle and we have proven this many times over. Even the best people, the devout, the religious, the strongest.. all have succumbed. No one has survived.
The "flames" we refer to.. in our sand tray and in our words is this monstrosity. It takes many forms. It sucks the dancing people into its hypnotic lure. It beckons them. The innocent are mystified at its attractions but, this is an illusion. Those flames are destructive and destroy all who come near them.
We are the 🔥. We are the distruction. We end up killing or destroying those who dare to enter our space. We.. are pure evil in disguise. We are 🔥. We are ice.
We have ruined this by sending "too many" emails. We did something. We are the guilt. We are the responsibility for our own faults and failures. We are the ones whom were supposed to be locked 🔒 away. Hidden. Somehow they escaped and consumed it anyways. The relationship gone.. and the "stack of emails" was the monster this time.
Sigh. We are monsters.. and quarantine is best to prevent any more disasters....
🤐😢💔💔💔💔😥😥😥
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