annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Ain't no answers in me
The current module in group is called 'Assertive Communication'. As we're all bonkers, they're taking it steady - in the first session we spent a lot of time trying to convince a couple of people that assertiveness is not synonymous with aggression, without much success although they stopped arguing about it. Anyway, in Monday's session, which I missed, they were discussing this proposed charter of rights:
I'm not sure about what it is that I'm not sure about with this. I think part of it is the whole language of 'rights', which has a big gap between how definite it sounds in words and how much of it there is out there in the world. I mean, the International Declaration of Human Rights is a magnificent document, but meanwhile half the world doesn't have access to clean water and the rest of us pour away gallons a day, so the rights don't actually mean jackshit.
The list would feel better to me if it said something like 'Aspiring to the following things is not greedy or selfish and there's no need to feel guilt about wanting and trying to achieve any of it,' which clearly rolls off the tongue much better than 'You have the right to...'
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My writing was interrupted while I chatted with another person who needs some concentrated praying and love. Please people, for my daughter and for my friend, a healthy life with plenty of giggles, if you have a moment spare. I thank you.
Off to bed, but here are some pics of my first day back at work. Millie-walking - that's a fucking job, isn't it?
My favourite tree, just starting to turn:
My second favourite tree, gone:
(I took several pics, just holding the camera horizontally over the stump and managed to get my bloody toes in all of them)
Millie on a monument:
Sweet dreams xxx
|10:28 p.m. - 10/09/2009
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