Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Choice...
Life is about choices ... We make the choice to d right or to do wrong. When I consciously choose to do wrong I break. I hate that feeling ... I hate feeling disappointed/ashamed in myself.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Daydreamin'....
You're not like the others...when I first met you, I knew an adventure was about to happen. Now I sit ... waiting, watching, wishing ...
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Simple things :)
How beautiful is the heart of a child at play ... Be happy. Be Silly. Be Playful.
It's the simple things in life that keep me smiling ... a child at play, the rain falling from the clouds, the kindness of a stranger, a smile, my toothbrush, the fact that my car started this morning, and so much more.
I am a very simple person. It takes very little to make smile and even less to make me laugh. I absolutely love people, they absolutely amaze me with their unexpected acts of love and kindness. Life is not easy, but it is simple <3
Grateful Heart. Happy Soul. Peaceful Mind. ... Love moments like these.
It's the simple things in life that keep me smiling ... a child at play, the rain falling from the clouds, the kindness of a stranger, a smile, my toothbrush, the fact that my car started this morning, and so much more.
I am a very simple person. It takes very little to make smile and even less to make me laugh. I absolutely love people, they absolutely amaze me with their unexpected acts of love and kindness. Life is not easy, but it is simple <3
Grateful Heart. Happy Soul. Peaceful Mind. ... Love moments like these.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
An experience in Terror
"Come with me into the tormented, haunted, half-lit night of the insane. This is my world. Let me lead you into it. Let me take you into the mind of a woman who is mad. You may not recognize some things in this world, and the faces will look strange to you. For this is a place where there is no love, no hope ... in the pulsing, throbbing world of the insane mind, where only nightmares are real ... " -Author Unknown
This weekend my eyes were opened to the horrors of dementia ... I finally saw what I was avoiding, fortunately my heart was opened and reminded that "whether we believe it or not, it is real to that person."
As she sat there and told me of her "adventures" and "nightmares" I could barely hold myself together, my heart was breaking in a matter of seconds. I was unable to move or speak as tears rolled down my cheeks. When I was finally able to gather my emotions all I could was nod my head and remind her how much I love her. I sat there with little to no knowledge of dementia, I was unsure of what I was "suppose" to do or how I was suppose to react. Should I have disregarded her stories? should I have told her that what she was seeing, hearing and feeling didn't really happen? Well if that is what I was suppose to do, I didn't. Instead I listened, acknowledged her, and provided a safe environment for her.
A glimpse into her world: "Someone is after me" ... "they want to kill me" ... "He is watching me" ... "They are making songs to kill me" ... "My own son wanted to hit me" ... "Nobody believes me" ... "I found my son, who I hadn't seen since he was 2 years old" ... "I have these dreams ... I see things, but they are real to me"
This weekend my eyes were opened to the horrors of dementia ... I finally saw what I was avoiding, fortunately my heart was opened and reminded that "whether we believe it or not, it is real to that person."
As she sat there and told me of her "adventures" and "nightmares" I could barely hold myself together, my heart was breaking in a matter of seconds. I was unable to move or speak as tears rolled down my cheeks. When I was finally able to gather my emotions all I could was nod my head and remind her how much I love her. I sat there with little to no knowledge of dementia, I was unsure of what I was "suppose" to do or how I was suppose to react. Should I have disregarded her stories? should I have told her that what she was seeing, hearing and feeling didn't really happen? Well if that is what I was suppose to do, I didn't. Instead I listened, acknowledged her, and provided a safe environment for her.
A glimpse into her world: "Someone is after me" ... "they want to kill me" ... "He is watching me" ... "They are making songs to kill me" ... "My own son wanted to hit me" ... "Nobody believes me" ... "I found my son, who I hadn't seen since he was 2 years old" ... "I have these dreams ... I see things, but they are real to me"
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Before You Speak, Think: Lessons in Empathy for All Ages
Before You Speak, Think: Lessons in Empathy for All Ages
Before You Speak, Think
T – Is it true?
H – Is it helpful?
I – Is it inspiring?
N – Is it necessary?
K – Is it kind?
Before You Speak, Think
T – Is it true?
H – Is it helpful?
I – Is it inspiring?
N – Is it necessary?
K – Is it kind?
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
C O M P A S S I O N
What is compassion? Who possesses it? Can we teach compassion? How? Can it be learned? Can you ever be too old to learn how to be compassionate? When do you show compassion? How do you show it?
Compassion has been on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I am carefully watching myself to see how I apply to compassion to my life and the lives of others. I am trying to take the time to be sure I show compassion because I never know what battle someone may be fighting.
I have also been looking at compassion in the lives of others. How they apply compassion, when they show compassion, and if they even have compassion. Two people in particular I have been watching are: a man in his mid-forties and a woman in her late seventies. Let's call the man: Anderson and the woman: Catherine.
More to Come ...
Compassion has been on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I am carefully watching myself to see how I apply to compassion to my life and the lives of others. I am trying to take the time to be sure I show compassion because I never know what battle someone may be fighting.
I have also been looking at compassion in the lives of others. How they apply compassion, when they show compassion, and if they even have compassion. Two people in particular I have been watching are: a man in his mid-forties and a woman in her late seventies. Let's call the man: Anderson and the woman: Catherine.
More to Come ...
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Tears in Heaven
Psalm 56:8 You number my wandering, put my tears into your bottle; Are they not in your book?
Our tears so greatly move the Living God, that He stores them in treasured bottles. How precious is our God? Our God records, logs our every tear, jewel, hurt, joy, and sob in his book.
I think about a friend whose mom and dad passed away. How she is broken in two by this loss. I think of my beautiful Angel who lost her son all too early in life...This loss was never part of "Heaven's design for life on Earth."
I think of my wonderful family who brings tears of joy to my heart at the very mention of their names. I think of how I sob at the very thought of his name, how the sight of a hurting baby will cut me to the core...
I think of how the very presence of God broke me to mere tears.
We are moved to tears by deep joy or deep loss...both the essence and evidence of love. Is this why God collects our tears?
"Jesus Wept." (John 11:35). An Almighty God broken and humbled by an unbearable burden. A burden too heavy for us to carry, that He gave His life for us. Yet our hearts cry "My God, My God why have you forsaken me?" (Psalm 22:1) when we experience pain.
Remember ... God treasures our tears. Tears are the true jewels of humanity.
**Have a good cry and know that your tears are not shed without purpose ... **
Our tears so greatly move the Living God, that He stores them in treasured bottles. How precious is our God? Our God records, logs our every tear, jewel, hurt, joy, and sob in his book.
I think about a friend whose mom and dad passed away. How she is broken in two by this loss. I think of my beautiful Angel who lost her son all too early in life...This loss was never part of "Heaven's design for life on Earth."
I think of my wonderful family who brings tears of joy to my heart at the very mention of their names. I think of how I sob at the very thought of his name, how the sight of a hurting baby will cut me to the core...
I think of how the very presence of God broke me to mere tears.
We are moved to tears by deep joy or deep loss...both the essence and evidence of love. Is this why God collects our tears?
"Jesus Wept." (John 11:35). An Almighty God broken and humbled by an unbearable burden. A burden too heavy for us to carry, that He gave His life for us. Yet our hearts cry "My God, My God why have you forsaken me?" (Psalm 22:1) when we experience pain.
Remember ... God treasures our tears. Tears are the true jewels of humanity.
**Have a good cry and know that your tears are not shed without purpose ... **
- To salt the Earth.
- To season the soul of man.
- To bring praise to the soul of your God.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Bre/ak
My brain just needs a break, a chance to sleep! Weekends only bring me more work and homework. . . I can hardly wait for December! Two more months!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Well...
Ok well now that I am done being a crybaby I can do what I have to do. :)
So yesterday for about the third time, somebody told me that I am becoming rude, losing my compassion, and that I think I can get whatever I want just because I am me. Well that's not the person I want to be so I suppose I better change and get back with the program. Sometimes I don't realize that I am being rude, how do I stop that? Sometimes I say things that hurt other people because I feel that they need to be said...how do I learn compassion again? Sometimes I pose "threats" to get what I want, I want to be a team player again.
I should recognize when I am being rude, but sometimes I honestly don't catch myself. (Which is really bad!) People around me are not always able to tell if I am being sarcastic or serious. I am trying, I sometimes need reminding. But then, when someone "reminds" me that I am being rude; I take their honesty out of context and consider them rude. I have issues! UGH!
Unlike the fact that I don't always notice when I am rude, I do notice that I am being less and less compassionate with other adults. Sometimes I hear the hostility in my voice and in my words ... and yet I continue saying what I started to say. I need to be humbled some how; do I need to lose everything in order to gain? **Inside thought ... Now I understand!**
OK, now now I need to stop thinking that I am indispensible ... I need to stop thinking that I can say or do what I want to get what I need. Sometimes I will have to wait, sometimes I will need to put all else aside and realize that no matter how much I deserver it I need to have patience. Even though I do realize that I am an important part of the process, I am essential and I am an asset ... I also need to realize that I am PART of the process and if it weren't for everything else involved then there would be no process at all!
My next steps ...
1. Don't speak without knowing what to say. Before you speak, make sure to put meaning behind your words, and individualize/personalize conversations.
2. Find a way to humble yourself; Go to each room in your house and choose 10 things that you don't need, things that someone else can use.
3. Look at things as a whole; realize that when you take one ingredient out of the cake the cake is no longer good. TRUST each ingredient to do his/her part, don't assumet that one ingredient will fail.
Speak words of life!
So yesterday for about the third time, somebody told me that I am becoming rude, losing my compassion, and that I think I can get whatever I want just because I am me. Well that's not the person I want to be so I suppose I better change and get back with the program. Sometimes I don't realize that I am being rude, how do I stop that? Sometimes I say things that hurt other people because I feel that they need to be said...how do I learn compassion again? Sometimes I pose "threats" to get what I want, I want to be a team player again.
I should recognize when I am being rude, but sometimes I honestly don't catch myself. (Which is really bad!) People around me are not always able to tell if I am being sarcastic or serious. I am trying, I sometimes need reminding. But then, when someone "reminds" me that I am being rude; I take their honesty out of context and consider them rude. I have issues! UGH!
Unlike the fact that I don't always notice when I am rude, I do notice that I am being less and less compassionate with other adults. Sometimes I hear the hostility in my voice and in my words ... and yet I continue saying what I started to say. I need to be humbled some how; do I need to lose everything in order to gain? **Inside thought ... Now I understand!**
OK, now now I need to stop thinking that I am indispensible ... I need to stop thinking that I can say or do what I want to get what I need. Sometimes I will have to wait, sometimes I will need to put all else aside and realize that no matter how much I deserver it I need to have patience. Even though I do realize that I am an important part of the process, I am essential and I am an asset ... I also need to realize that I am PART of the process and if it weren't for everything else involved then there would be no process at all!
My next steps ...
1. Don't speak without knowing what to say. Before you speak, make sure to put meaning behind your words, and individualize/personalize conversations.
2. Find a way to humble yourself; Go to each room in your house and choose 10 things that you don't need, things that someone else can use.
3. Look at things as a whole; realize that when you take one ingredient out of the cake the cake is no longer good. TRUST each ingredient to do his/her part, don't assumet that one ingredient will fail.
Speak words of life!
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