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If choosing to be happy, a phone number would help

April 20, 2008
By SANDY MICKELSON, Messenger staff writer
Sometimes I save ideas and bits of words, figuring to pull them together in a future column or story.

Sometimes I forget where I got these words or what I intended to do with them, which brings me to the following paragraph. The thought is good; I just don’t know where it came from. These words make so much sense, though, I guess I don’t care where they came from, I’m just glad to have read them.

Here you go, in case you want to feel special too.

“When we are upset, it’s easy to blame others. The true cause of our feelings, however, is within us. For example, imagine yourself as a glass of water. Now, imagine past negative experiences as sediment at the bottom of your glass. Next, think of others as spoons. When one stirs, the sediment clouds your water. It may appear that the spoon caused the water to cloud — but if there were no sediment, the water would remain clear. The key, then, is to identify our sediment and actively work to remove it.”

If that doesn’t give you something to think about, you’re not thinking hard enough.

When my daughter was little, she’d sometimes wake up cranky. I told her what happened in her dreams should stay in her dreams — rather like Vegas these days — and it had nothing to do with anything that would happen that day. I would hold both her arms, look into her eyes and say, “Honey, just because you woke up angry doesn’t mean you have to stay angry. Just decide you’re going to be happy.”

I must have hit the problem squarely between the proverbial eyes, because she would let go of the anger and we’d have a good day.

For me, even now, anger-raising ideas pop up way too often for my own good. It’s so easy to be angry, so easy to ignore reality and react to perceptions. I’ve got to learn the lesson of my daughter’s dreams. Just let go. Forget, then believe in happiness.

I try to be like Rhonda Chambers, who chooses at the beginning of each day to be happy. She’s my role model.

OK, enough of that. I’m scaring me.

Diane, my new friend, who are you?

On April 10 almost 50 people crowded into the Vincent House to hear Roger Natte talk about the history of the house and spiritualist Rebecca Foster relate the connection of spiritualism today with that when the Swains owned the house. She also read people in the audience, and was dead on in almost everything she said.

Anyway, at the end of the evening, Diane, you stopped me to talk and gave me your business card. I would like to call you, but, doggone it, your card has disappeared. I put it in my pocket, but there were so many people standing closely together, I could have slipped it into the pocket of the person next to me.

Yes, that could have happened. That sounds better, at any rate, than saying I lost your card.

Anyway, please call me.

I’m waiting for lunch.

So long friends, until the next time when we’re together.



Contact Sandy Mickelson at (515) 573-2141 or smickelson@messengernews.net
 
 
 

 

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