Mighty Lambs

I'm beginning to feel peaceful about my trip to see my family. Despite stress or concerns, I love and enjoy my family. Okay so my uncle said he's going to run out and dig a big pit for me to fall into when I drive up....I laughed and said, "Just so you rope me down some food and water."

He's upset, he's angry, he's stressed. He's also perfectly capable of digging the threatened pit.

They are a strong willed bunch, for sure.  My uncle once diverted his company of tanks...yes real army tanks...a block off the route so they would drive down mom's road, so he could stop and give her a hug.  A pit? That's nothing. If you don't hear from me in a couple of weeks.....

On the other hand my mother is from the same blood line as her brother. I was born into this family of powerfully strong, one-way, stubborn and intelligent people and there I was, rather gentle, reflective and prone to fighting with my hat. I guess I've learned to hold my own with them but they are both amazing, and impossible. 

I did confidently stride up to a neighbor today, who had been busy hacking down all the trees and brush in the way of his view--never mind it's city property, and residential, and apartments...not his. I was good humored, clear, stated what I want, teased him firmly about being a good neighbor which means working as a team...to his mind he's in the right and any other opinion is just nonsense and doesn't matter because he's improving things for us all. But the law says you cannot just march over and do what you want with someone elses' property. I felt good about the attitude I had, how I communicated, sticking up for what I care about. Even the gentle can be mighty, now and then.   

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