The Monster Under the Bed

There is a monster that lurks under my bed. He doesn't live there during the day. When it's light, I can easily search for shoes and chapstick that have rolled under the bed. But when the day has faded and the lights are turned off, he comes alive. It is then that I am afraid … Continue reading The Monster Under the Bed

Uncontrolled Anger

When I lose my temper, I have identified with my separateness. I think his agenda is working against mine. My ego won't stand for being ignored... that says I am not important. And the ego must always feel important.