Crying May Be The Answer But Maybe Not Today

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I thought I was going to cry about the situation of the jerk who made a lewd proposal to me as I was walking on Monday.  (See my “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” post)  I haven’t cried as yet.  I’m not saying I won’t, I’m just saying the strong feeling has not taken over me right now.  Instead, the skies opened up and poured down much needed rain on us here in sun-parched Las Cruces.  I guess nature decided to cry for me while I build up to the emotional release I need.  Nature got quite emotional and handed us large quarter-sized rain plops that dropped on us for about twenty minutes.  This is monsoon season here in Southwest New Mexico.  The result of a monsoon is large rain plops the size of nickles that rapidly grow to the size of quarters drenching everything in site for a torrential 15 to 20 minutes.  The torrent is so raging that the plops hit the parched ground and have no where to go but run off in rivers of rushing water.  For some reason the plops do not soak into the ground they just hit it viciously and collect into a rushing mound of H2O that is pushed and shoved by supremely heavy gusts of wind.  Yep, that is our monsoon.  Try walking in it and carrying an umbrella over your head to keep you dry.  It doesn’t work.  You have an umbrella that turns inside out and you get drenched, soaked and dripping wet.  At least the temperature is hot, like about 98 degrees, and as soon as the monsoon plops stop you start drying out.  My dripping clothes dry within 20 minutes as I continue walking.  The one thing I have come to realize I have to look out for is the lightning and of course it is important to watch out for the flash flooding. (I have only lived here in Las Cruces for about two years and I am still getting used to our weather tantrums)  Such is the daily experience of our rainy season.  I guess with all this water pouring out of the sky, the heavy gusts of wind, the fingers of lightning looking like they are ready to strike the earth in a firey blast, it is no wonder I won’t be crying for a day or two.  Nature seems to have shown all the emotions I was feeling.

Back to the jerk who propositioned me from his car as he drove past me on Monday while I was walking to the store.  I did not go to the police station today to file a report about the incident.  I had intended to go there this afternoon but instead I walked to the Pic Quik to cash in the winning scratch off ticket my roommate gave me.  Guess What?  The scratch off ticket was not a winner.  While I was there I decided to buy my on $1 scratch off ticket.  I felt I needed to buy the Lucky 7’s ticket and when I asked the clerk who I have come to know what ticket he thought I should buy he also said the Lucky 7’s.  That was it.  My intuition and his intuition combined gave me a winning ticket.  I won $7 by scratching off 3 7’s in a row.  I then decided to buy a Power Ball ticket even though I did not win last week.  Don’t get me wrong I don’t go crazy over the Lottery.  It’s just that years ago I decided to use my own #’s and buy Power Ball and Mega Millions tickets once or twice a week.  I buy the tickets weekly for about a year or two and then I stop for a month or two before I buy again.  Is this a winning strategy?  I don’t know, but, it works for me.  I get to rest my frustration at not winning and then I start up again fresh and ready to go.  Besides you can’t win if you don’t play.  Come to think about it that is a great metaphor for life.

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Where The Heck Did That Come From?

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Today is the first of July and this is only my second post.  Hmmmm!  Too bad the date isn’t the second of July, then my second post would be on the second.  Sorry, numbers and their significance hit me like this.  That said, I will now get back to my original reason for writing this post.

This is the month in the USA we celebrate our Independence.  This Friday, July 4th, is our big day of picnics and fireworks.  I have always treasured this day of celebration because of everything I learned in school about how our forefathers fought for our country’s independence.  Even though I realize that not everything I was taught in school about our forefathers may not be the actual truth I still get goose bumps knowing that in some way our country does stand for liberty and justice for all.  At least some of our forefathers gave their lives fighting for this liberty and for that I am eternally grateful.  At this point I will say that as we all eat lots of food at our picnics, enjoy the parades and thrill at the fireworks I hope that we all in the USA can think about ways we in our country can get back the strong purpose our forefathers fought for.  Precisely what I mean is that we in our country need to make sure that there is liberty and justice for everyone who lives in the USA.  This feeling of equality for some and not for everyone really has to stop.  That is all I will say about this at this time, but, I will share my thoughts on this further in a future post.  Right now I am going to return to the real reason for this post.

Yesterday I wrote about the blessings and challenges that come my way as I walk my daily path.  Well, little did I know that after writing my post I would face a great challenge.  The challenge that came out of the blue was a test for my passion about independence.  As I sit here today writing about it I have a greater sense of perspective of the situation that threw itself at me.

I like to walk, in fact, I am a pedestrian.  I gave up my car almost three years ago because of my concern for the environment.  I do take the bus, but, most of the time my main mode of transportation is walking.  in fact, I love to walk.  Walking is not only great exercise for the body it is great exercise for the mind.  I do most of my thinking things through as I walk.  I also can commune with nature more easily when I am travelling by my feet.  The plants, flowers, birds and insects I see every day are amazing additions to my daily journey.  The palette of colors I see thrill my senses.

Yesterday was no exception.  As I walked to the store I was thinking about my blog and what I will be writing about.  Out of the blue a car drove by me and the man driving the car called out to me and started to talk to me lewdly.  In fact, he made a very indecent proposal.  I immediately yelled at him to leave me alone and to get the H— away from me or I would spray him with mace and call the cops.  He immediately drove away, but, not before I got his license # and the make of the car.  I’m not stupid.  I know that a woman walking alone can be a target and that is why I carry mace.  No, I am not stupid, I am however very independent and I like my freedom.  I do not want to feel that I can’t walk around Las Cruces because some jerk decides I am a perfect target for harassing.  I as a human being have the right to my freedom and I as a woman who walks as my mode of transportation has the right to walk free of any harassment.  In honor of my freedom I will be filing a police report against this jerk (and yes, he is a jerk because of his stupid actions against me and any other woman he harasses). I am filing this police report on behalf of my freedom and the freedom of all oppressed people.  Yes, I am passionate about this!!!!!

Yes, I am passionate about what happened to me yesterday and I am very emotional as well.  I feel like I am going to cry about this for hours and I probably will.  I also want to address the “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” feeling.  In astrology this is an out of the blue happening that is typical of Uranus, the planet that shoves us un-expectantly, found in the sign of Aries, rushing us headlong into things and situations in a fiery way of impulsive actions.  Ok, my experience yesterday is a prime example of Uranus in Aries action and guess what?  My filing a police report against this jerk is just the right Uranus in Aries action in return.  Does that make me feel any better about all of this?  Not really, but, it certainly helps me gain back my sense of freedom and hopefully by tomorrow I will be feeling better about that.  For now I just want to take a deep breath, feel my freedom and go cry my eyes out.

HERE I GO!

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HERE I GO!

This is my first musing.  10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Blast off!

Today is June 30, 2014.  Tomorrow starts July and we are definitely heading further into summer, in fact, we really only have the new month of July and then August.  Is it just me or does it seem like summertime is virtually flying by? Sometimes I wonder where the time goes.  Especially when I see the months filling up fast.  Other times it seems as though the days just dra-a-a-a-a-g on.  I think this dragging on experience hits me most when I am wide awake and aware that I am on my Spiritual path.  Now don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled to be on my Spiritual path.  I find blessings and challenges as I walk this path.  The blessings are grrrr-e-a-t!!!!  They help make my journey smooth. It’s the challenges that come along with the blessings that cause me to stumble and sometimes cause me to lose sight of my path.  With the blessings my journey seems quick and effortless and I get how important it is to daily walk my Spiritual path.  With the challenges that come my way, Oh My Gosh, I find myself screaming “why is my path so bleaping long and taking me forever to walk it?”

In Astrology one way of looking at this is that Saturn, the planet that depicts Father Time who moves very slowly, is in the sign of Scorpio, where we dig up the hidden from the depths and bring the nuggets of truth out into the light of day.  I guess that means that my nuggets of truth or my challenges along my path keep getting dug up and fall in front of Father Time which just trips him and slows him down that much more.