...find words that do not divide but unite, that do not create conflict but unity,
that do not hurt but heal. ~Henri Nouwen
I really hate telling adults what to do, especially when I know that they understand the rules. Like this morning at Planet Fitness: I was working out in the circuit room with another couple who didn't wipe down any of the machines they used. The husband, in particular, was dripping sweat everywhere. At this particular gym, it is a cardinal rule (explained when you join), and they have spray bottles and paper towels every few feet to make this easy to do. I don't want to leave my sweat prints, but I am also an adamant cleaner because I've seen women with cancer work out here. Yet like the dove and the eagle (and the peaceful scene and the battle), words can easily change an idyllic environment into an angry one. The words used and tone of voice matter, which means I need to watch for a snarky attitude. All the parts of the California laurel, or Umbellularia californica, have a strong, spicy smell. Inhaled too suddenly or deeply, it can cause a sharp, intense pain like accidentally breathing in a noseful of water when swimming. But gently smelled, it can be appreciated for its sweet, camphor-like odor. In the past, I've often assumed people react negatively to 'rule monitors' because of a sense of entitlement. But if I make a more charitable assumption - they react because they got caught and are either fearful or embarrassed - I am more likely to speak with gentleness.
