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These are my thoughts and ramblings as I forge my way through this thing they call Life. I blog with these groups:     "Blogging Circle of Friends "  [E] 
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Blog City: DAY 2339 July 22, 2022 “From time to time in the years to come, I hope you will be treated unfairly, so that you will come to know the value of justice. I hope that you will suffer betrayal because that will teach you the importance of loyalty. Sorry to say, but I hope you will be lonely from time to time so that you don’t take friends for granted. Whether I wish these things or not, they’re going to happen. And whether you benefit from them or not will depend upon your ability to see the message in your misfortunes.” ― John Roberts Allow this quote to inspire your post. "See the message in your misfortunes". I like that line. This life is not an easy one. No one lives in a bubble and adulting is challenging, even at the best of times. The thing to remember is that 'this too shall pass'. All things - good and bad, regardless of our perception, will pass on. Nothing stays the same. We grow and change with the times. We are the culmination of what we have been through. Nature may give us our skin colour, eye colour, height and so forth, but nurture passes with us as we move through this life, gathering stories. Nurture colours our perceptions. What keeps me centered is trying to live in the present. The past is past. The future has not yet come, but the present is a gift to enjoy and savour in all its delights. Some may be sour and cause us to pucker up, but others could be sweet. You can't have one without the other... and you can't appreciate the sweet without having experienced the tart, tangy, sour or salty. Life is a buffet. Try a little of everything. |
Blog City: Day 2324 July 6, 2022 Prompt: Life is about collecting memories. Write about this in your Blog entry today. Collecting Memories They say 'Life is what you make it'. A mosaic of memories People, places, events All coiled into your DNA Like a map of your life Each piece a step forward Along a path so uniquely yours Each moment pressing into the foundation Of what makes you tick How you move through this world Is influenced by those bits and pieces Each fuels your passions Makes you who you are I would not change any of them Even the harder challenges and failures Have built the me that I am today My compassion comes from a place with rough edges. My heart connects to those who are experiencing what I did My experience makes me open to their pain and anguish I move into a place of helper or mentor Knowing I can offer guidance I may not have had. I also lean into the compassion and guidance from others As they are there for me. Then I pay it forward. My curiosity is sparked by the psychological impact Of how experiences and memories entwine Each person perceiving the same situation in their own way Each taking from it and making it there own Some people struggle and argue Some people turn hateful Some, like me, are opened by the experience And let their vulnerability Transend time and space and build compassion It does not happen over night. It builds over time. Memories, tempered by time Become who we are And that influences how we interact with this world. It is all about choice and perception Some take a negative path, Others stay positive in the face of adversity. It is all up to you. How will your collected memories colour you? Lines to this point = 43. This piece may need some work, but I like it so far. |
Blogging Circle of Friends: DAY 3421 July 2, 2022 Music: 💙 Carly-wrimo 2024   mentioned she likes to sing to lift her spirits. What song lifts your spirits? Do you play the song or do you just sing it yourself? I will make up my own words or belt out songs with the radio (in my car or at home). The one song that always used to make me smile... when I was frustrated by my (now ex) husband. You are my Sunshine.... only I changed the words: You are my asshole My only asshole You frustrate me Beyond belief. You are my asshole My only asshole Please go take A flying leap. These words change at times, but the sentiment is there. It got so I could hum it with him in the room and he had no clue what words I was really thinking! But other than that... I am open to an eclectic taste in music. As I have gotten older I tended to listen to Contemporary Christian music.... not the gospel stuff - that stuff is a bit much. The commonality in all these songs... is their lyrics. I love the words, the melody and the harmony.... it just resonates with me and my soul. Here is a sampling: Nichole Nordeman's Brave Lauren Daigle's You Say Laura Story's Blessings This one is a favourite these days: Christina Perri - A thousand Years. You Are The Reason - Leona Lewis & Calum Scott I love this song - Love Me Like You Do - combined with Pride and Prejudice.... I love this movie. |
Blogging Circle of Friends: DAY 3420 July 1, 2022 Social aspects: Half full or half empty Is it easier for you to see the positive in a situation or the negative in a situation? In your network of friends are you the one that sees the potential in any given situation? Having grown up under the umbrella of negativity and depression from my mother's clinical depression, I have learned to develop a more positive outlook. I say learned, because I felt the heaviness of that dark cloud that seemed to follow my mother around. I did not want it to be what I was, so I made a conscious decision to change. Sometimes I struggle to stay positive, but for the most part, I think I stay on the upbeat side... particularly when I am with friends. I have developed a sense of humour that tends to lift people out of their funk. I began doing this as a child. Doing comedy routines based on Tim Conway's Old Man character, I found I could get my mother to laugh. Physical humour had her in stitches and kept me out of trouble. Even if that trouble was only annoying my mother's last nerve. Her depression often left her irritable and snappish. Over the years, I have learned to play with language. Comedic comments tend to fall out of me on occasion. They lighten the mood and make me feel appreciated and included in social settings. Settings that, at one time, scared the devil out of me, as I was painfully shy. Yes, humour is a defense mechanism for me. I am aware of that. Having grown up under that umbrella, I mentioned earlier, has also allowed me to read people and emotions with a high level of sensitivity. I can be compassionate, and I can also use humour to lighten the situation and get the person feeling less stressed. Get them to open up and talk to me. More often than not, it works. I like bolstering others. I use humour and peppy talks to get others feeling better. Perhaps this is why I like working with students. I feel for those who come from the more broken families, like my own, I want to raise them out of the place they are in and let them see it is possible to overcome a sad situation. I am also inclined to sing. It makes me feel lighter. So often I have had others comment on the fact that I break out in song after a long day of work. The students are gone and I have the classroom to myself -- I just start singing. I used to sing after classes on Fridays at Teacher's College as well. Singing picks me up... whether I am singing something from the radio or making up my own words to a tune I already know. I may even add a little dance.... Anyone who has mentioned my singing to me has done it with a smile on their face... as I often don't realize I am doing it. In fact, when they point it out, I often invite them to sing along. I had one EA that would break out in song with me. It helped make the day brighter. It was also hilarious to see our younger EA shake her head at our antics. Some days ya gotta sing. |
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