Life is Just a Metaphor...
I have spent a few nights browsing my old posts...tho jovial me who had all this expectation of a wonderful future is MIA
I see that somewhere along the line, I lost my mojo. This post is an introspective glace ...what's outside may look the same but what's inside is under construction..
I have spent a few nights browsing my old posts...tho jovial me who had all this expectation of a wonderful future is MIA
I see that somewhere along the line, I lost my mojo. This post is an introspective glace ...what's outside may look the same but what's inside is under construction..
Mottled Duck
Tri Colored Heron
I get monthly calls from Grief Counselors...it's part of the Hospice Mom was assigned at the end...but to be honest if you really start to open up and express those feelings you get the expected response...sometimes it helps to put your grief into words and to get it out, you are not asking for a quick fix, you're simply saying I'M NOT OK, is that acceptable?
Willet
he shows me his beautiful wing pattern
dye to the changes to my life the past 18 months, all the loss of cherished loved ones, and my sweet Casey too, I live in an enormous vacuum...Someone said, "people don't like when you are in pain, because they feel obligated to comfort you, make you all right again" so we hide our emotions...we hide our feelings and we start to break down the path back to settled, we hold in our turmoil, and we change. The truth is there is no ever going back to normal, because it will never be the same. Death changes everything around you.
Snowy Egrets with their backs to the wind...
Sometimes this is me, with my back turned to the world and hunkered down against the next hurdle that I don't want to deal with.
Quiet trials to walk
Or I can walk with my emotions as part of me, part of my path the one I'm walking. Some where in our society we were taught to show happiness, joy, serenity, but we are not to show our misery, our pain, our tears, if we do then we need a pill or we need a therapists, or need to just "get a grip"....The Navajo have a song or a sing instead of prayers they sing for beauty and balance to return to them.
Wood Stork
Gull Billed Terns
So many to pick thru...
You ever tried to climb a ladder and just miss steps, hop to the next rung? Well it doesn't work that way..Emotions and feelings are like picking through a mixed flock of birds...trying to see which ones you can say with confidence, you know what it is... and there's ones you will never really clearly put a label on, (I don't know what this is)!
Snowy's, Greater and Lesser Yellowlegs, Dunlin,
Black Necked Stilt...
a beautiful Phlox that brings a broad smile to my face...
Common Gallinule and her chick
I tried to remind myself it's all part of life, the birth, the death...but then there's all that
in between stuff...the day to day life
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The movement of this big Spanish Moss covered tree can explain more to you than I can about life it's the ability to sway in the wind, the bending without breaking, its standing strong one minute and weeping helplessly the next, and then it's being swept away...sometime it breaks and is no more...
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I stood and watched this tree in movement for a long time, my Mom always said the trees sing, and this one sang loudly...beauty and harmony will return one day I will remember the smiles and the jingle of laughter, but for now the tears are the water needed to sprout that new place for me to exist in.
Ok I wanna say "Stand Still" please...everyone just STOP moving so I can catch up...the me who does not wish to make eye contact with anyone, because you may see what's inside...
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Even in a crowd we stand alone, each one looking for what we need to grow...and until it is found we seek out quiet places where we can scream if we need to, where we can sob and it's okay or we can sing off key, we do not have to speak or explain, we only need to listen to our inner voice the one that says it's okay to feel this way...
Dunlin
A Cedar Waxwing and the Black Bellied Whistling Duck
Seeing these ducks took me back in time to a place when life for me was pretty darn good...inside and out and I think my mojo was close by...I may find it again, I may never, the point is I am no longer who I was, and I never will be again. See I was waiting to feel like I used to...and then suddenly it hit me...
Boat-Tailed Grackle
That's never coming so stop looking for it...Sometimes my inner child walks in front and pulls me along, she says, "don't keep your pain in let it out, let the tree hear your sobs and turn it into songs....let us sing".
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... if I step off my little island could be something is waiting to devour what is left. I take my solace from Nature and I see the parallel of life inside and out, the metaphor...and then my inner child and I walk side by side for at least a while
we both are smiling as we sing. We are working through our soul sickness...And then another person approaches and asks, "how are you"? in a polite expected manner and even tho you're crying and fighting darkness inside you say, "I'm fine." Yeah Right...
So now I am singing I don't know all the words and my harmony is off, but it's a process of learning how to sing this new to me, lifesong.
NOW THIS:
I wonder how each of you are dealing with emotions that I know are buzzing around with the murder of George Floyd and the emotions stirred in people that forced them to do something...
I personally know I would have jumped that cop...I would either be dead or arrested but no way I'd stand there and watch that without doing something...these are the people who won't stand for this...it takes only ONE person to act then the others will follow. I think life is worth fighting for. I don't think possessions are worth a person's life, a fake $20,
four cops ??? And a murderer went home for 4 days!! And 3 who did nothing to stop that did too.
I get it...but don't tell one group to turn the other cheek whilst you encourage another to pluck out an eye.
PEACE
... if I step off my little island could be something is waiting to devour what is left. I take my solace from Nature and I see the parallel of life inside and out, the metaphor...and then my inner child and I walk side by side for at least a while
we both are smiling as we sing. We are working through our soul sickness...And then another person approaches and asks, "how are you"? in a polite expected manner and even tho you're crying and fighting darkness inside you say, "I'm fine." Yeah Right...
So now I am singing I don't know all the words and my harmony is off, but it's a process of learning how to sing this new to me, lifesong.
NOW THIS:
I wonder how each of you are dealing with emotions that I know are buzzing around with the murder of George Floyd and the emotions stirred in people that forced them to do something...
I personally know I would have jumped that cop...I would either be dead or arrested but no way I'd stand there and watch that without doing something...these are the people who won't stand for this...it takes only ONE person to act then the others will follow. I think life is worth fighting for. I don't think possessions are worth a person's life, a fake $20,
four cops ??? And a murderer went home for 4 days!! And 3 who did nothing to stop that did too.
I get it...but don't tell one group to turn the other cheek whilst you encourage another to pluck out an eye.
----------please let your comments be about you, your emotions, and the issues I have raised ----------
PEACE
Every day is a new Adventure.