Another stage is set for a new day and a new act of our mutual stories.   A stage that changes in every second in subtle or not subtle ways.   Natures producer and director never sleeps.  The clouds gathered over the day, it rained, the birds continued to chirp, people went about their business and it is now almost sunset.   The water is choppy and the sky is awash with clouds of all shades of grey, weights and shapes.

When we begin our daily performance we have no idea what we might be thinking of, or feeling in any moment until the moment arrives.   We live in the ‘now’ of all that is going on inside and outside us.   You can be in a pleasant mood one minute and barking mad in the next as a driver cuts across your lane, you could be sharing a smile with a stranger as you walk down the street, having a great convivial conversation with colleagues, lose your train of thought because of a kango hammer is being used outside your door, an email can bring excitement,  a friend leaving can create sadness, a friend arriving can create great joy, a thought can evoke a memory that fills you with anxiety,  a knock on the door can send you into despair,  a telephone call can make you laugh out loud, a sunset can bring a sense of peace and serenity, an errand you do for a friend can make you feel good about yourself, a slice of bread can make you sick, a difference of opinion can lead to anger and frustration, a glass of water can quench your thirst, a lingering kiss can make your heart glow and a child’s singing voice can lift your spirits.  ‘Stuff’ makes us feel and/or think in every moment.  Observe your mind and mood pattern as you go through your morning, day, evening and night for this week.  Be mindful and aware and see what you discover about yourself.

To-day is day 34 without coffee and it came close to being the last….my monkey mind went on a rant for five minutes or more and I  almostttttttttt relentedddddddd……..I did abstain!  I will say no more.   Onwards.

I watched as a man and woman had a stand up row in the street this afternoon.  The energy emanating off them could have boiled a kettle.  One word borrowed another, and each time their voices got louder and louder, and their bodies got tighter and tighter.  It went on for ten minutes.  I was having green day in a street cafe as I observed their anger.  Finally, she walked away leaving him with all the bags of shopping, her coat and their dog. Actually,  she almost ran away as he kept on shouting after her.   She turned and threw a set of keys in his direction.  A male passer-by picked up the keys to hand to him, and the angry man had a go at him too.  People were doing everything to avoid coming any where near him as they went about their business.  The woman was now out of sight, he was talking in a lower voice to himself as he gathered his goods and went off towards the car park with immense speed.  Whatever they were angry about was not just the shopping there was a whole lot of ‘stuff’ going on there.  This weeks blog is n anger!

I found this wee story in a book on Buddhism titled  ‘A Bag of Nails’.

Once upon a time there was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he should hammer a nail in the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. But gradually, the number of daily nails dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.  Finally the first day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He proudly told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.  “You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out, it won’t matter how many times you say ‘I’m sorry’, the wound is still there.”

Here are two links to two articles worth sharing on anger to get us thinking about it:

Tomorrow I will explore angry situations I have had, and observed in others and see where it takes us.

Keep on wearing your smile…it softens our core………

Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.  ~Eckhart Tolle

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.  ~Buddha

The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present.- Barbara De Angelis

Anger is the enemy of nonviolence and pride is a monster that swallows it up. – Mohandas K. Gandhi

I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

A Poison Tree  – William Blake

 ©Copyright The Possible Self 2012
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