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Thomas168ParticipantHey,
Glad you found something that helped you and you wanted to share. That is great. Thanks.
Thomas168ParticipantLeenBee,
Okay, a decision has been made. Hope the navigation goes well and the friendship is good. Wishing you well.
February 16, 2026 at 5:42 pm in reply to: Happy Chinese New Year, Happy Lunar New Year and Ramadan Mubarak #455274Thomas168ParticipantHappy Chinese New Year. Year of the horse.
Thomas168ParticipantI hope I didn’t scare her off with my warning. But, many times women don’t see it from the man’s point of view. Well hope she is alright and will come back to talk.
Thomas168ParticipantI have got a new hot water heater to install but waiting on my wife to give me the okay. She is afraid I might mess up. But, I have done this before for a friend’s rental property. Simple shut gas off and drain water heater. Cut the pipes and remove old heater. Put new heater in place and make connections. Plan on using valves with compression fittings so no soldering needed. Well only one solder fitting needed because of the way the pipes are routed. Still too cold out to do oil changes.
Happy Chinese New Year. Year of the horse. I really want to do some travels this year. Maybe a cruise?? See what the wife says??Thomas168ParticipantThank you. Peace be with you.
Thomas168ParticipantKarma is often misunderstood s an agency for justice. Rather it is more like the story one makes up about oneself. Not being allowed to exist as a separate person in childhood. Reclaiming that space is re writing the story about oneself. This is not to down play the trauma experienced from the past. Just an understanding about Karma. Whatever we sow is what we reap. I do hope you can move past this or drop it and move forward. It isn’t easy. Personally I still have the past haunt me. So many regrets. Wishes that thing were different. It was said to me that to focus on the present. Let go the past. Don’t know if I can do that.
Thomas168ParticipantWhen I was younger, I was taught about self observation. Watching myself and how anger or hatred develops in myself. First the feeling of being wronged. Then the thoughts to support those emotions. How those things became ever so present and up front of my existence. How they became the only thing that mattered. It took an ever present mind set or mindfulness. When .I was able to see it for myself, it lost power over me. I was able to learn to let it go. Then learning to meditate and the practice would set up space between thoughts. But, the mind was always one step ahead. Creeping vines into my head space. The perpetual mind sets up the I who is doing the watching or being alert and aware. So, even while trying to drop the I, I develop an I to hold onto that. One trap into another trap. Eventually, I hope to drop this thinking mind and see the truth.
Lately it is just memories of the past that haunt me so. And so, the music of those times comes up. Some good memories and some sad ones. I certainly do hope that Anita is able to forgive her mother and that would then allow her to feel free of those memories. I don’t know if music will help. Its not far down to paradise. At least its not for me. And if the wind is right you can sail away. Find tranquility. Oh, the canvas can do miracles. Just you wait and see. Believe me. Its not far to never never land. Soon I will be free. Sailing by Christopher Cross.
Thomas168ParticipantDear Alessa,
That was a good story. Thank you. I do not like to give the meaning of the stories. Rather more like to just enjoy it. If it makes one laugh or scratch one’s head then good. Its deeper meaning will show itself when one is ready. Which I really think it takes time and effort. Sometimes my practice is very good and sometimes it is not. But, I am always open to learn more.
Oh, have you made any cat sculptures? Lately, I have replaced a few water valves that go under a sink. Then replaced a thermostat cause the old one wouldn’t turn on the furnace. Later, a person asked if I could make their staircase quieter. I like fixing things because I learn how they work first then try to fix it. Don’t always fix it but I try. Oh, cars is a big one for me. Learned a lot from YouTube videos.
Nite. Hope you are staying warm during this winter.
Thomas168ParticipantDear Roberta,
Yes, it was a song. Sorry if it brought up bad memories. The song came to me while reading this thread. I don’t know why I posted the lyrics. It was just how I was feeling. I hope you get a chance to listen to the song.
Thomas168ParticipantAnita,
Sorry for the confusion. I was feeling moody and the songs, … well they help me get by the moment. I read about Confused situation and think back to my time of confusion. Many parallels. So the song came to me. Alone naturally. Not so much the visiting a tower to throw myself off. But, if you continue to listen to the song you find out that life itself isn’t fair. So the only thing one can do is to do their best to get by.
Thomas168ParticipantSongs have always represent moments in my life. This one was on the radio when I was longing for a girl who had broken my heart. Confused seems to hold feelings that might might relate. Hopefully, you will listen to the song and just feel something.
Thomas168ParticipantDear Alessa,
It was a song that gave me time to think of something else than my own problems at the time. So, I thought it was interesting that this thread brought this memory up. Thank you. Glad you liked it. Music helps set moods.
Thomas168ParticipantIn a little while from now, if I’m not feeling any less sound, I promised myself to treat myself, to visit a nearby tower. And climbing to the top, throw myself off. In an effort to make it clear to whoever wants to know what it’s like to be shattered. Left standing in a lurch at a church where people people saying my God that’s tough she stood him up. No point in us remaining. We may as well go home as I did on my own. Alone again naturally.
Thomas168ParticipantFrom the song a whiter shade of pale.
Skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
The crowd called out for more.
The room was humming harder.
As the ceiling flew away.
When we called out for another drink,
the waiter brought a tray.
And so it was that later,
As the miller told his tale.
That her face at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale,
She said there is no reason,
And the truth is plain to see.
That I wandered thru my playing cards.
And would not let her be.
One of sixteen vestal virgins.
Who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open,
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