Okay, So just now I am in a rage. Like go out and bludgeon to death the guy that's mowing the lawn across the street because he's making too much damn noise RAGE:mad:
The reason why is WHATEVER, not the point.:mad::mad:
so what happens is this,
I'm getting some more ice for my beer,
So I'm getting this ice tray, and u know how they work u gotta twist them with your hands and the ice pops out of the frozen state..anyway, so im twisting this ice tray and no ice is popping out, and it's hurting my hands, SO here I am like outta my mind with anger at this point.:mad::mad::mad:
SO i decided to pour all of my hatred and malice into this ice cube tray and just tear it apart.
but it didn't work, it just really hurt my hands and wrist and my teeth grinding and my arms and headache style etc etc :mad::mad::mad:,
then this type of cool struck, me.
I got this insight to twist it the other way, gently,
and ALL the ice popped out..
I realized that this is a really sweet metaphor just waiting for me to tell everyone about it..
the lesson is, the anger was blinding me. it was hurting me. I almost was willing to sacrifice my life in order to make this ice tray break.
but through the use of intelligence, and calm, I was able to diffuse the situation in such a short time. IT WAS EASY,
And i feel like that was stronger/more STRENGTH than the physical strength i was putting into it...
sometimes u gotta take a backwards step, and you will see.
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I stubbed the hell out of my toe and tripped and almost fell head first into the wall.
I was about to launch into an epic profanity laced fury when it occurred to me that the pain in my toe was unpleasant because i was labeling it as unpleasant.
Subsequently, I realized that I was angry because I was trying to reject this feeling and reject what had happened rather than accept them as things that I had no control over.
I calmed down, corrected my perception of my throbbing toe, and felt immensely better.
It's great to see the Dharma in action, isn't it?
How's your toe?
What I, and I'm sure other people, are trying to do is naming and dealing with that rage before it overwhelms us. Yeah it was horrible and annoying to hear the sound of the lawnmower, but maybe by recognizing it as just a lawnmower, and the fact your neighbor will have the lawn mowed eventually might help. All things are impermanent, even the annoying sound of a lawn mower.
Americans, huh?
Their beer's already that close to water, and they go and dilute it.....:rolleyes:
we have a joke here....
"What's the connection between Watney's 'Red Barrel' and making love in a boat?
Answer: They're both f***king close to water....."
I took the 'F' word right outta yer mouth......
BTW, I just figured out what Verulamium is. A site of importance during the War of the Rosae.
We're talking Romans, here......
So you're posting from Verulamium itself? I thought the only thing there is a museum and the Roman graveyard.
And (officially)the oldest pub in England.
And the stopping place for Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine's body...
Oh...
And a rather large duckpond.:D
It's also the place where Queen Boudicca kicked Holy Roman @$$ and was instrumental in convincing the Romans that Celtic hospitality wasn't all it had been cut out to be.....
So it's not the first 'claim to fame' as 't were.....
And if she's posting from the duckpond, does she have a little sign that says "Official Duckpond Tugboat"?
Poor St. Alban...the first Christian Martyr whose head, I hear, was cut off and rolled down Holywell Hill