TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES

Truth or Consequences What a beautiful, relaxed Sunday...Monday, I am having. I can even ALMOST ignore the tree pollen induced sniffles and earth shaking sneezing...that has been sneaking up on me. The snap in the air brings me closer to my Autumn-self...and THAT self is more prone to organizing and creativity than the Summer self is... even though I DO enjoy the sun and humidity for other reasons. Sunday morning I created my table-scape to take me through the last days of August and finished some projects that I have procrastinating about for weeks. 10 minutes with this...another 20 with that...a half an hour here...another 10 over there...why DID I put this stuff off for so long? Even what I decided to make as a special treat SHOULD have/COULD have been a perfect remedy for A HOT Sunday afternoon...but no.......I am just making it today even though it has been on my mind all summer: Home made Sangria. Well, OK..I did NOT crush the grapes and ferment the wine in wooden barrels hidden in my bedroom closet......but you know...it's as 'home-made' as a bottle of wine and a liter of soda and fresh fruit can make it. :-) As usual...I have been using my radar to find the least expected best movies ever at the library. Sometimes they have been just plain feel good films...like a recent find: THE DARLING BUDS OF MAY, Adorable!!!!. Or astounding biographies like LILY LANGTRY, which includes great little scenes with Oscar Wilde and Whistler! Or deeply profound, mind boggling artsy stuff like one all-time favorite: BEE SEASON. I particularly like those movies that pull on a heart-string or "mind-string' of my own...that perhaps I can relate to it in some way. A recent unexpected treat was a movie called DAKOTA SKYE. I almost passed it up because it appeared to be a teen movie...but I am glad I took the time to read the cover. It is indeed about a teenage girl... who posses a "super power". She can tell when someone is lying. The movie was entertaining, moving. There is a welcome "twist of truth" at the end of the movie...that leaves one on an up note. And leaves Dakota in a good place. Worth watching, I say! But...can you imagine how difficult that might be... to have that ability? What is one supposed to do with information...that does not actually 'belong to them'...but for some unknown reason is on loan to them for a period of time. Do you think it may be alarming or tiring at times...for a person to know/feel when an untruth is being projected... ~Does the "liar" know they are sharing half-truths? ~Are they telling tales on purpose, with intent to deceive? ~ Maybe the part of the story that does not "fit quite right"...is all the speaker knows...it's their sincere version of the truth. Does that make it an UN-lie? ~Or maybe they have been telling the story for so long...withholding or 'embellishing' with such determination, that now, THEY even believe their own fabrications. Do you see what an annoying phenomenon this could be for the gifted listener? ~First to detect the tiniest incongruencies that may mean no harm at all... less than a white lie. ~Then, watching as words fade into darker shades in other instances, becoming more blurry. ~And a different day/conversation/person...when the blur, now a fuzzy static, creeps in like a gray fog... making it deeply irritating. ~Then...infuriating when tuned into--(without trying, mind you...all this is without trying.......) the dark, dense facades constructed to cover up what one does not want to look at themselves. Perhaps the speaker thinks that with practice...it (whatever the lie is...or the truth isn't) will just disappear if distorted enough times. A device of self defense perhaps, or self-preservation. Maybe it feels as though the whole TRUTH would kill them...because it is too much, too real. But the gifted listener cannot actually be fooled. Give or take a detail or two. A seasoned listener may even be fine-tuned enough to categorize & fit the above round and square pegs into their proper holes...but how does the proper organization of a lie, really matter? And do levels of truth exist... round or square, fitting into their respective holes according to......according to what? This seemingly unfair, reoccurring scenario, whether judged as right or wrong...or not judged at all, but simply 'witnessed'... can even push the most patient listener to seclusion. Just as the young Dakota was pushed, needing a wide margin between the speaking world and the sanctuary of her own wordless living space...for undetermined, indefinite periods of time. Yes, very difficult indeed. ~~~Well, this post is 'sans' visuals, because there is a glitch with the camera I used to take pics of my "table-scape"! Maybe next time. See you in September!