Our Last Hen

So today I come home to find out our last hen was caught, likely by a coyote. She was the last survivor of many other attacks on the flock... living a few more years after all her family members were taken by a bobcat. I am thankful for the time shared. There's something wonderful about caring for another intelligent being... creating a connection and familiarity. I guess now she'll no longer have to be by herself, after living amongst so many as a lone survivor...

I imagine the Lonely only get Lonlier

I imagine those who are lonely often act out in ways that only create more of what they do not want... They want to connect, but at times wind up expressing in a way that shows aggression... that shows hostility. They become labeled as "toxic people"... and are offered less and less of the medicine they need: connection. I imagine they're treated like Death itself, where each person wishes to run away.

Memories at really young ages

My mom told me of a story that I don't even remember at all. She told me when she went to pick my sister and I up at the babysitter's place, we were both in corners... My mom saw that I was in a corner all wet. She was so angry she immediately took us out of that situation.

As a memory I don't even recall, I wonder if any of the residuals remain at all? Does it remain floating someone within the conscience?

All and One at the Same Time

The many facets each reflecting their own light... yet part of the same thing

Combining Both Nature and Nurture

It's thought that both nature and nurture influence what we turn out to be like. I randomly thought about biological parents... They contribute to the nature aspect via their genetic material passed down to us... They also contribute to the nurture aspect via their own psychology and how they influences their own behavior: behavior that impacts behavior of those around them.

Other random thought... I wonder if there's any kind of constant that exists somewhere between.

The Drunkenness of Holding on to Anger and Hurt

There's a kind of drunkenness of holding on to anger and hurt... A very tempting drunkenness where one feels justified with one's views and one's actions... justified in being violent or harming others... A desire for others to hurt as well.

Anger, because it is felt so strongly and so viscerally... and it feels so real... makes us feel our "Rightness" is real: That our actions and attitudes are indeed okay.

The strange thing is I find it's so easy to fall into the drunkenness that is so destructive... and at times gets us the opposite of what he hope for or want. When I'm on the bottle, how do I get off?

Perception of Sameness

Because of the tendency to be egocentric in our thinking... It seems it is sometimes better to think that others are like ourselves, since there is a tendency to affirm our own way of being. Though sometimes I wonder about the genuine differences... When genuine differences are not acknowledged, Does that affect an individual's sense of identity? It seems identity works on two different levels... Who we associate with and have commonalities with... And ways in which we are different and unique from others.