October 28, 2015
Here’s a scairy Halloween treat for all my blogging fans and an opportunity to participate in a Halloween Blog Party!
Check it out, leave a link to your blog, and enjoy the stories!
Originally posted on yadadarcyyada:
I was working
on my blog,
late one night
When my eyes
an eerie sight
For my post
from its slab,
began to rise
to my surprise
It did the mash,
it did the Monster Meet and Greet Mash!
A monster blogger mash, it was a graveyard smash!
It did the mash, it caught on in a flash…
It did the mash, it did the monster blog mash!
The zombies and bloggers were having fun,
The blog party had just begun…
The scene was rockin’, we were digging the shares,
Some were commenting, well, those who dared
So add your link and des-crypt-ion, girls and guys,
Then suddenly to your surprise…
You can mash, you can monster blogger mash!
While I often say the best part of blogging is ‘meeting’ other bloggers, readers, etc., it’s been too long since we hung together, so welcome to…
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September 21, 2015
For several years I was mired in grief as I struggled to come to terms with those feelings of loss we all have when someone close to us dies and we either ignored the signs or felt helpless through the process that, in many cases, lasts for years.
As my grief cycle lost some of its hold on me I started reading again in my search for stepping stones to help me rise from a serious depression to a brighter life. I also turned to friends and relatives and my new boyfriend and they have all stood by my side as I slowly beat back the viny tendrils of my own mind that were trying to hold me back.
One of the suggestions I came across was called The Grateful Book. That’s not the name of a book, but is an exercise to help turn the tables on the mind and it has been of immense help to me.
The premise is simple
- Buy a brand new spiral notebook and a pen that you can keep by your bed.
- Each day, either before turning out the light at night or before rising in the morning, write down 10 things you are truly grateful for. (For me, this usually takes up most of a page so I just use a new page for each day.)
The page of my book from this morning follows as an example. However, to give you a better understanding of WHY I write what I do let me tell you where I live and what I saw yesterday.
I live in an apartment in a barn. The apartment was converted from a farm manager office with the horse stall next to it remodelled into a bedroom and the storage room behind converted to a bath room.
There are three other 12′ x 12′ ‘apartments’ in this facility that do not have bathrooms or windows, but there is a common kitchen and a toilet in the office in the second barn. The people in the other apartments bathe late at night, with a hose, outside in the dark. There is no hot water.
In comparison, my 700 sq.ft. apartment is the Taj Mahal. I have two window air conditioners, a small window, a real stove and refrigerator, and a full bathroom with hot water as well as my bedroom.
Yesterday, the woman who lives with her husband in one of the rooms proudly showed me their home. It was spotless, smelled of cleaning products, and had a dresser, a mattress on the floor, and storage bins stacked in one corner. There was a coffee pot on the dresser and it must have been over 100 degrees in the windowless room. She had a big smile and was so happy to show it to me.
So, here is this morning’s page from my Grateful Book:
- I am grateful every day that I have a boyfriend who is a good man and cares about me.
- I am grateful every day that I have a kitchen with all the appliances I need and extra ones that are convenient.
- I am grateful every day that I have running water and a functional indoor bathroom where I can privately bathe.
- I am grateful every day that I have lots of clothes for any weather condition.
- I am grateful every day that I have boxes and shelves of books to read about a variety of subjects from humor to self improvement and education to science fiction.
- I am grateful every day that I wake up each morning to the sounds of life all around me.
- I am grateful every day that I can watch the sunset from my front door.
- I am grateful every day for the incredible beauty I see in clouds, water, trees, flowers, animals and the faces around me.
- I am grateful every day for my functioning brain and the creative thoughts I have as well as all the memories of my life.
- I am grateful every day for the taste of clean water, the smell of coffee, the sounds of birds, the sight of growing things and the touch of others.
- I am grateful every day for the lifetime of hugs I have received and for each one I will get in the future.
Sometimes I have a particular person or event on my mind and what comes to mind is all the things related to that. Many themes repeat, like my boyfriend, my sister, my friends, adventures and travel I have enjoyed, moments I remember, my animals, vehicles that are old but functional, my job, educational grants I’ve recieved…
At first it was hard to think of a single good thing to be grateful for. Then, as I got into the thought patterns of actually seeing what is around me, it became easier and easier to be grateful for everything.
It’s hard to believe, as I sit here inside a solid building and type on my computer that is connected to the rest of the world through the internet while a cool breeze from the air conditioner wafts the warm scent of toasting cinnamon English muffin through the air and a little black and white cat stretches in contentment and companionship next to me, that there are places in the world where bombs are falling, homes are being invaded, women are not allowed education or employment. And that my very neighbors don’t have bathrooms.
How can I NOT be grateful for what I have and where I live?
September 18, 2015
Depression is increasing in the US at an alarming rate and I think we all suffer from it to one extent or another, from an occasional unfounded sadness to day after day, trapped under the water hopelessness.
None of us WANT to feel this way. It isn’t a choice we make.
Thank you, for bringing this to the attention of your readers from one who has been there and still visits on occasion.
Originally posted on CoffeeGrounded's Blog:
Dedicated to Prescilla
If you’re a regular reader of my blog you have most likely heard me refer to depression from time to time, namely, my personal journey with this heinous and insidious monster.
Many people find it taboo to discuss it openly, especially if it hits a bit too close to home. Shame and stigma are the calling cards of Mental Illness
(“Oh my God, what happens if someone I know reads my wife’s blog?”)
(“Why on earth would my daughter-in-law publicly embarrass me like this, OMG!”)
(“How can I distance myself, scrub this embarrassment from my social world?”)
Well, maybe they really pay me no mind and all of this is just a figment of my imagination, or maybe I’m cautiously reminded of words that bounced about the room, a finger pressed into my chest as I was taunted over how ridiculously embarrassing and cruel I…
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September 18, 2015
Sometimes I write a comment in response to someone else’s comment and it has so much content that it really should be a post of its own. This is one such comment with….hmmm….a few modifications.
But being macho is not just a male trait, I’m female and am just as guilty.
I don’t want to be seen as a ‘WUSS’ or have the label ‘HYPOCHONDRIAC’, but that’s no excuse for dancing all night on a broken foot and boasting about it to the technician putting the cast on at 2:00 am.
The truth is that the nagging messages we get from our bodies are pleas for help.
Years of masking acid reflux with a bottle of Tums…a lifetime of drinking Coke even when it will melt a nail overnight…a nagging headache that just won’t go away…shortness of breath after climbing the stairs each night…
My body speaks to me constantly, begging for mercy, but I’m so busy I deliberately tune it out. I’ve become entrenched in the habit of ignoring the messages and it’s more comfortable to live in pain than to make an appointment with a doctor.
My suffering has grown to status symbol importance, like MacDonald’s golden arches, and I constantly remind all within hearing that “My Back is KILLING ME!” when, in truth, it is me killing my back.
And, all the while, my body has been building a backlog of stress from the pain and is reacting by dumping more acid into my stomach, increasing my heart rate, and keeping me awake at night so I can’t heal.
Then…when something breaks and can’t be fixed I proudly say such things as, “I haven’t been to the doctor in 30 years! Never been sick a day in my life! How could this happen to me???” It would be more truthful to say, “Why didn’t I pay attention to the signs and take care of this before it reached epic proportions? I guess I brought this all on myself.”
The funny thing is, although I feel that I can’t afford the time or expense for my own medical issues, I take my pets to the vet if they don’t eat right for a few days, or they mope around like they don’t feel well. But I never consider the owner of the pet. What will happen to them if I can’t get up at feed time or take them out?
I know maintenance is necessary for other things so I take my car to the shop if the engine sounds funny or the brakes don’t work, or the windshield wipers make noise. But what about the driver of the car. How difficult will repairs be when I have a stroke while driving? And what about that family in the minivan next to me?
Why do I always feel that I am invincible?
September 9, 2015
Imagine searching for your lost sister for over 30 years. Imagine still holding the flame of hope in your heart.
Please pass this message along and reblog if you can…
Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy:
I have tried before to locate my sister. I have failed. Part of me wants to never try again. A lot of me hates that part of me. I will try again because there is always a chance she might see this. One can hope.
My name is Jason Chandler Cushman and I was born in Pusan, South Korea in 1981. I have a sister who is a few years older me. I believe she is probably 37 now and her name is “probably” Ahn Jong He. Our mother left us on a street when we were young. I was 2 years old and my sister was 5 or 6 I believe. We were taken to an orphanage and my mother later returned for only my sister. That was the last time I saw her. I found this out when I returned to Korea in 2000 during a Holt International…
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June 21, 2015
My Best Writing
is done when I’m in a blue funk.
OK. Maybe that’s not exactly true, maybe it’s not my BEST writing, but it’s certainly my MOST writing.
Why is that?
Why don’t I feel inspired to write when I’m ecstatic, or quiet, or bored?
Is it the primordial cry for help? As in, “Help! I’m sinking! and I’m not sure I can remember how to swim”?
Is it a spoiled brat cry for attention? As in, “Look at me! I’m so sad! Doesn’t someone want to pay attention to me or entertain me?”
Is it a feeling of separation from the rest of humanity? As in, “Why am I over here when everyone else is over there? What is my purpose in life?
Is it lonliness kicking in?
Or anxiety over work, income, school schedule?
Or just one of those phases that comes and goes with the proximity of the moon?
Whatever it is
it’s making me crazy today.
Yesterday I was fine. Tonight I’ll probably be fine. Right now I’m feeling like dust in the wind with no purpose, destination or control.
Maybe that’s the answer!
Just go back to my true desire.
Peel the skin off the onion…What do I honestly want?
What is the best plan to get it?
What is the first step to take me there?
NO! It’s none of that surface flotsam!
It’s simple, really.
Happiness, satisfaction, contentment, joy…in fact, any and every emotion known to man (or woman) can only come from inside. No outside force or event can ever bring a change in anyone’s emotional state unless it is allowed to have an effect.
I have the blues because I have sought out this emotional state for some reason.
It is completely and totally my choice and I can as readilly choose another state of mind.
And so…for the balance of this day I choose to be in a positive state of mind; to be content with my surroundings and the pace at which they change; to fold up the emotions that are less than positive into a tiny piece of nothing and throw them away, then have them come back painted happy so I can unfold them and repost them all around me in a different state of light.
What a Difference a Shift in Perspective can Make!
November 11, 2014
A friend of mine wrote this. I was going to write one myself, but I couldn’t say it better.
Originally posted on Two on a Rant:
On the battlefield alone alive, there stands a battered man
with dirt and sweat upon his shirt, a weapon in his hand.
His face etched by sun and sand, his hands black with blood,
he listens to the emptiness and sees the setting sun.
“What was it for?” He begs a sky still pouring into black.
“I asked the same,” another man proclaims behind his back.
The mirror image of his face reflecting in his eyes,
his enemy now stands with him to contemplate their lives.
“All I want is peace on Earth, a child, a job, a life,
to treat my neighbor as myself and worship as I like,
a fireplace for winter and a garden in the spring,”
his enemy did say to him, “not fight this wretched thing!”
“But…you want to destroy us, you want our lands–our wives.”
“And I was told the…
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