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 |   The simplicity of my day to day. |
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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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| Written for Journalistic Intentions. prompt : "Most of all, you feel unseen and unheard. The other person is demonstrating that there are two things more important than your pain: Their desire to avoid negative emotions Their need to offer unsolicited advice." I think what we’re talking about is empathy. Some people find it impossible to relate to peoples pain and anguish without making the situation all about them. I’m not saying it’s easy to listen to some harrowing story without wishing you didn’t have to be the one on the receiving end of all the angst, tears and pain of the person relating the story. Without meaning to generalise I’ve found almost without exception men are the worst culprits for interrupting as someone pours out their troubles. They do this I’m sure with the best of intentions. Their wish to stop seeing someone in pain without being able to fix the problem overcomes the narrator’s wish to spill the beans, to relive the event, to explain. There is nothing more frustrating when someone has encouraged you to talk about it. You’ve girded your loins to relate the story one more time to yet one more person. And then you get “ Look, what I think you should do is…” Sometimes you just want to be heard, to have that person hold your hand and make the right noises. Then there are the ones who’s main concern is that they aren’t distressed by your event. I actually have an example of such behaviour from a relative when I was desperate for help. My two year old boy had been hit by a car and was in hospital. I had two other children, his twin sister and a four year old. I asked my Mother-in-Law to help out and she said “I couldn’t bear to see Ben like that, it would upset me too much.” I can’t say with hand on my heart I ever forgave her that. |
| Written for Journalistic Intentions."And it hit me, that to me, those are two of my deepest-felt emotions. Justice, equality, fairness, mercy, longsuffering, Work, Passion, knowledge, and above all else, Truth. Those are my primary emotions. I wouldn’t call myself a really emotional person, I try to stay even tempered, take things in my stride. I don’t show anger very often, but as my dearest and nearest can attest it’s best to stay clear when I do erupt. I decided to check out primary emotions for this prompt and what surprised me the most was that in the main the emotions, according to different theorist, were mainly negative. Off the top of my head before reading about emotions, I would have said things like, happiness, the feeling of joy or love. But what came up were, fear, sadness, disgust, contempt and surprise. Then came the real downers such as guilt, shame, confusion, resentment, frustration and remorse. Nearly all those are negative. It surprised me because when I attempt to describe an emotional person I rarely think of a sad, unhappy, vindictive or hateful one. I imagine an emotional person more as being softer, loving, easy to bring to tears. Caring, loving and sensitive, that’s how I think of emotion. As to my own primary emotions I’d say, cheerful, optimistic, happy, with the occasional show of frustration, resentment, sadness and remorse. I don’t know if guilt is classed as an emotion or not, but I was brought up to feel guilty if I wasn’t busy doing something. Even now I find I feel guilty if I have a lazy day or don’t achieve at least one thing I had on my list. All this proves what complex creatures humans are. My dog, Lucy is watching me write this and I’m sure she feels none of the above emotions. She lets me know when she’s hungry, thirsty and needs to go outside. That’s the sum total of her emotions. But that’s not really fair in retrospect. She does show love and excitement too. But she’s letting me know it’s time for dinner now she’s making feel that emotion, guilt. |
| Written for Journalistic Intentions ”It's the power that gives you the strength to survive." According to Lao Tzu “Mastering others is strength. Mastering yourself is true power.” So is being the master of yourself the power you need to help you carry on when life turns on you? You know, those times when all seems hopeless and you may not be able to find a reason to keep breathing. On reflection I believe it to be true. (It’s not beer after all, Robert Waltz.) if you aren’t able to master or control your emotions or reactions in times of trouble all is lost. I had written a poem about family being my power: Family is my power, my reason to survive. Without them I’d have no wish to stay. They’re the ones who fuel my will to stay alive. I watch their lives, have news of them each day. It’s different now to how it used to be, Back when they all relied on me, To have the answers to their situations. Ask Mama, she’ll give advice with good intentions. My children now have children of their own, Who go to them for sage advice. But hopefully the way I’ve shown, And that for me is quite suffice. I had been giving this prompt some thought over the last week. I had thought it was my family that is the force that kept me going, but over the last few days I’ve come to realise they don’t need me anymore. I’m not suggesting they don’t care or love me in their different ways, but they are busy with their own lives and families. Some live far away and although they call regularly to check in, so to speak, I think it’s just another chore to tick off their to do list. So I need to be master of my own destiny, master my feelings, master my need to be needed. To learn how to simply be. What do I actually need to survive? I need the love of my husband, which I have. I need a reason to get out of bed each day, I get that from my daily habit of a walk before breakfast with the dog. A few good friends and activities, again which I have. And I need to harness that power of controlling my mind against those feelings or thoughts which creep in and whisper that without my large family to take care of life is meaningless. |
| Written for Journalistic Intentions. Prompt:Trauma does not make you stronger. Trauma makes you traumatised. The end." That statement is so matter of fact. It’s as if it’s set in stone. Everyone will be forever traumatised who experiences trauma? Surely not. Each and everyone of us is different according to some quirk of nature. Or is it nurture? We all know ourselves on a level that is actually perfectly fine on an every day level. We know, most of us anyway, that we can or must roll with the punches of everyday life. No one has sailed through without some days which are shit. However no one can tell how we’d handle being paralysed after an accident or if we lost a child or our house burned down. I’m sure we think we’d know. Hope that we’d be brave, philosophical and cope with it in an adult fashion. And yet in truth who actually knows? Personally, I know I could face losing my home to a fire, I know this because possessions aren’t that important to me. I’ve moved countries, left family behind and beautiful homes. What I wouldn’t react well to was losing any of my family to a tragedy. Would I fall in a heap? Possibly, but forever? I hope not. But who knows? Not I. Yet I think that in some cases trauma could make someone stronger. It might elicit strengths they never knew they had. There are so many examples of trauma bringing out the best in people, making them angry or determined enough to not let the trauma destroy their lives but to make it even better. |
| Written for Journalistic Intentions Prompt: Alive at both ends but dead in the middle. Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle Sounds to me like some sort of riddle Could it be meant as a joke? Or how someone is after a stroke? Alive at both ends but dead in the middle Brain still working but heart’s a jiggle He’s still walking And can’t stop talking Alive at both ends but dead in the middle Sounds like some people I know They pretend to be human But in conclusion They’re just doing the motions Not showing emotions Living a life of pretence But in their defence They’re alive at both ends but dead in the middle |
| Written for Journalistic Intentions Prompt: “It’s clear now we live in precedented times.” It’s said, “We live in unprecedented times.” The fact is that’s untrue. Let’s read between the lines, Look over our shoulders at history’s view. There’s little occurring now that’s new. But be sure of this truth. Though it might not have happened to you, You don’t have to be much of a sleuth. Somewhere, sometime, someone like you Has suffered the same sort of trial And wondered how he’d get through. He walked in your shoes the same mile. So whenever you think the world is to end, Just remember that nothing is new. It’s happened before and will happen again, And again and again. It’s all Ballyhoo. |
| Written for Journalistic Intentions Prompt: That’s what a man would say. What’s the difference between the sexes When it comes to points of view? Where shall I start? The answer? Complex. That’s the reply I give to you Consider a journey in the car To a place you’ve never been. Suddenly you’ve gone too far, And tempers begin to wear thin. Will he stop and ask A person for directions? No! He wouldn’t bother with that task. He’ll make his own selections. Don’t tell a man about your worries, He won’t listen to your voice He’ll pat your hand, “Don’t worry, honey,” And inundate you with advice. Men! They can drive you almost crazy, With their weird and different traits. But, when you see the ways he Looks at you with love. A smile he generates. |
| Entry one for journalistic Intentions. Prompt “Oh would you just shut up? You're rats with wings!" .Rats with wings you’ve been heard to call The ubiquitous little pigeon. I think that makes no sense at all. I’d like to stand for the opposition. Pigeons have existed for ten thousand years, Long before cities and towns. They covered the world, there were no frontiers. They were free, and knew no bounds. These mighty birds have been a boon to man. Flying messengers are they, Delivering missives throughout the lands, Dodging storms and birds of prey. So please don’t call them rats with wings, They simply take an easy feed. But have dined with emperors and kings. So with your premise I’ve disagreed. |
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