My mother used to describe how someone or something robbed her of her emotional equilibrium: It put all shades of hell in me. I didn’t know what she meant until I encountered the first of many opponents and obstacles on my path of pursuing my way. Various shades of Hell’s hues never enhance my autumn’s garden!
Hello temper . . . what an ugly vile thing you are . . . and how closely you crouch no matter how thoroughly I think I have routed you. Even pale shades of Hell burn like ______!
Fatigue, fear, frustration are like homing signals that welcome in this tyrant, and make blowing a fuse seem like a reasonable exercise of my rights — an exercise that is costly to those who are its beholders.
I have thought and said terrible things. I have slammed doors and drawers with stupid force. Had I but used the same energy and thought about what was happening and what might solve the problem, I coulda, shoulda, woulda been better off.
But too often, I don’t. So, I am not better off for having let ’er rip. And my garden withers. (Road Rage Makes A Pretty Woman Ugly )
The move is wearing, and worrisome. But, at least I have time to plan our departure. How many millions of folks have been forced in recent times to flee for their lives?
Rounding the last bend or so in my life is also taxing – on many levels, some of which I did not know even existed! (My Mind Versus My Mirror)
All shades of Hell are not a reliable palette for any planting or transplanting in any garden!
Anger is a wind that blows out the lamp of the mind. (Anonymous)
The very word is one letter short of danger.
And an angry tantrum quenches the refreshing work of the Holy Spirit, too, leaving me more exhausted, and doubting God.
Anger is the antithesis of gratitude. And anger sure seems like the temper of our times. 🙁
Before you give someone a piece of your mind, make sure you can get by with what is left. ~Author Unknown