Oh Lord, Iβm feeling alive!! The last 14 hours were intense. I found myself in a situation with only a few options. Defend with my hands or my words. From the on lookers, I knew I was safe, but I stayed on high alert. I chose words. Faith. Accountability. Not fear or control. I spoke when it mattered, listened closely, stayed calm, but the insides were on high alert. I knew the police were on the way, and the other residents were protected. It could have gone worse. If Iβd reacted like old me, I might have hit him. But what would that have said about me or my soul? Sometimes being the bigger person, not reacting to animal instincts, is strength, not weakness. Someone has to see reality as it is. Iβm thankful. Thankful people saw my strength. Thankful it ended safely. Thankful he might get the help he needs. Thankful the house is back to normal. Iβm in a good space. Slowly laughing, joking, feeling my nervous system return. Be safe π. We are all one, I feel. π