Multnomah Falls and Me

One Icon meets another, kisses

There are no sins...at Cannon Beach

Its All Good!

Flying High

Life, Adventure Begins Outside the Comfort Zone

The Black Sheep, the "crazy" one

It has been my experience that the one that families call the “crazy one” is often the sane one. This is particularly true in very dysfunctional families where ideas of healthy functioning are turned upside down. In these families, members often repress their authentic feelings and turn against anyone who reminds them of their unresolved issues and patterns. As a result, the truth-speakers, the ones who refuse to contain their feelings, those who challenge and humanize the toxic status quo, are often scapegoated and vilified, made to feel crazy by those who lack the courage and insight to see beyond the family's madness. If you have been labeled the 'crazy one', take heart. You are truly not alone. Most great creators and paradigm shifters were met with fiery resistance by those afraid to grow. Whatever you do, do not allow your voice to fade away in the face of their messaging. Your voice, your vision, your ways of being, live at the heart of your unique soul's journey and are the key to collective transformation. No one has the right to bury them under a bushel of shame. No one! And remember- what is crazy to an unconscious person is often brilliantly sane to one who is awakening. Without you, we are lost. Blessed be the 'crazy' ones!
By Jeff Brown, I think

Being Nice

(Fair warning, I have had a drink, yes, one drink makes me inebriated and pretty goofy, I'm a very cheap date)
It was really kinda weird, the clerk at the pharmacy smiled when she saw me and trits to the counter like she's happy to see me. It was a complicated series of refills and she remained enormously pleasant and smiley.
So, as I'm walking out, in the car and once I drove home, kept thinking "why was she being nice to me?" This is a reoccurring thingy in my adult life, peoples being nice to me and me trying to figure out what that's all about. See, I'm sure as hell not used to it. It's as strange as the sun rising at midnight..it just doesn't happen to me. I'm used to being invisible unless someone wants something or is manipulative, playing a prank or out to get me. People simple are not nice to me. Yeah, I run with a bad crowd.
Anyway, so I was deeply immersed in thought when this odd idea popped up....instead of the question, "why is so and so being nice to me?"....a better question is, "why aren't more peoples nice to me?" And the latter truly is a valid question because I'm not some nonessential personnel, yesterday's garbage or simply Wednesday's Child (and yeah, Wednesday's Child Is full of Woe and I seriously was born on a Wednesday, go figure). I'm not a wallflower, mean girl or cuckoo nest. I really am a pretty darn nice, kind, quirky and caring autistic masquerading as human. No, really, I daresay you will be hard pressed to meet a nicer person...so...WTF?
Okay, first off, Obviously I need to surround myself with a classier, more caring crowd. I've heard of this thing called "compliments" before.....just not in my current world.
Now ain't that just plain sad and mighty disgusting? I think so.
When you scrape up, pick up the baby bird that has fallen from the nest, don't you feel even slightly inclined to treat it more gently than the baby in the nest?
Maybe it is just me...I'm considerate and caring and a lot of others just plain aren't.
  Ok, so if I take two kitties to the vet, one gets shots, the other gets surgery..I'm going to treat the one who had surgery, the one whose day/ life is more painful and traumatized gentler than the shot cat. But see, that's me. I think. I understand and I care.
The question no longer is, "why is she being nice to me?" but rather, Why isn't everyone nice to me? What's wrong with them?
See what I'm saying?
  Better choices, a better crowd, must make better choices...it's like I've been a dull color of paint on the wall no one notices...shucks...that sucks
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