Peacemakers

i've been receiving a few threatening emails. not on my life or anything dramatic like that, but just threats to "kick off" and cause some commotion.

what do you do in these situations .

my instinct is to lash back. to get the moral high ground. to feel vindicated in my piety or righteousness.

i've had to deal with quite a few of these outbursts before and my experience, however, is telling me calmly to "nip" these threats in the bud. to not take things like this personally and to rise beyond the threats to a place where you are not reacting to them but rather being gracious and loving in your response.

i was once told that the only response that leaves no "handle" for others to grab and get back at you is one of love. to respond lovingly is a the ultimate act of peace. not entirely sure how to administer this... but know it to be an action of a peacemaker.

i do feel the urge, a strong one at that, to ensure that these guys don't get away with their behaviour and i don't want to appear weak.

a tough decision indeed.

white lies

i've never been a good liar and recently i told a fib.

it was to get me out of an embarrassing situation. something i did got sent to the wrong person. blah , blah and i like most others when confronted this the question: did you actually do it, didn't pass up an opportunity to flatly deny my guilt.

game over? well not quite.

the more i described my alibi i found my imagination running amok as well as my huge drive to prove my innocence in this ghastly act of "injustice". i was the victim here and was "weaving a web of falsehoods" and the more i did so the more i realised that i'm being a complete fool and slowly having to bring in third parties and incriminate them for things that they didn't do. all because i didn't want to look like an idiot. however, with my convoluted story i'd got to the point where i'm not sure anyone would believe me... how on earth would anyone buy into such complexities. i had somehow managed to blame companies and people who i couldn't prove were round me at the incriminating time. my stories were starting to conflict. my name is mud.

after an hour or two of feeling fairly uncomfortable and squirming. i confessed to my faults and said sorry. the weight of the guilt was lifted.

but a new feeling of stupidity was there instead. i've never been a good liar.

Easter pics