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Wise Men Would Not Have Said That: Just Sayin

Wise Men Would Not Have Said That:

Please forgive me and I'm not be sacrilegious but that was the first thought that flew into my mind this morning.   The comment directed at me was a well intentioned, "calm down baby." But in that moment and at this time...that was not the wisest man.  

So after stomping off to get in the shower...that's the thought that crossed my mind..."Wise Men wouldn't have said that!" Just sayin!  That though led to a chuckle at the picture in my mind of sophisticated solemn wise men carrying gifts and that they would definitely not say "calm down baby."

Do you suppose that God gave us this one time of the month ladies to clear the air in our households?  At times I sure wonder.  It seems like the natural flow (pardon my pun) of things at that time to say things that need said-maybe not in that way- and to feel the things that need felt and to just let down a little.  

Have you ever noticed more dreams or nightmares during that period (oops another pun) where feelings of fear and inadequacy might surface?  I'm not being all weird or anything but maybe our brains need that time to reboot, process and clean out.

I'm thinking maybe those old cultures who had a separate place for women during that time...might have just been a wise thing to do.

It seems the perfect time to let the old become new and begin again.  

I'm Just Sayin!!!!

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