Goons n Gobbles

I didn’t realize, until today, that my BM’s most recent declaration of my ‘bipolarism’, was no different than her refusal to give me the main ingredient for her Thanksgiving stuffing. I was going against what she wanted to have happen. So she took the main ingredient out of my inner circle…my ‘family’. I can clearly see that I’m without them…by using my eyesight. But when I use my isight, I’m able to come to terms with why that is. My ‘family’ doesn’t want anyone looking at the roots of our tree. They just want everyone who passes to gasp at the beauty of the imagery. I can not. So I’m learning how to find peace in only being in the company of God. Conversing with God forces me to grow…and the only conversation my family is comfortable having, revolves around maintaining stagnancy. And…I’m not a fan.