Today I finally went to the Las Cruces Police Department to file a report about the jerk in the car who stopped and made lewd remarks to me last Monday 6/30/14 (See Tuesday 7/1/14 “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” post)
My angels were with me as I walked into the police department. The policewoman who took a report from me on 6/13/14 about a similar situation but with a different jerk was at the reporting window today. I was not looking forward to making another report only because I was concerned about the police thinking I’m making this up. After all this was my second report in less than 30 days. I was completely wrong about this nagging worry. The policewoman remembered me and she was as compassionate as the first time I made a report. She told me she did not think I was making this up and was quite concerned for my safety if another situation happens. She told me that it is best that I say nothing and just continue walking while I ignore the man. I am sure this is very sound advice and I will take it to heart.
I am pleased that I followed through and walked myself over to the police department to file the report. This is now behind me and I can move on in my life. In order to move on I feel that I must tie up the loose ends that are dangling in front of me. As I walked out of the police department I realized there is no way the police will be able to do anything about this jerk and that the report is really about getting the incident on the record, nothing else. I also realized that if there is to be any action against this jerk it would come through his KARMA (Carma). I said to myself I guess his KARMA (Carma) will get him.
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.
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.