I discovereed “Scent of a Woman” last night and can’t see a way to re-blog it. I’d like to refer you to it, however. I enjoyed it. I don’t know the relation between Mampatta and Chingz123, however. It can be found at
Chingz123.wordpress.com
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All posts for the month December, 2017
Mental Illness: The Survival Guide – a reblog
Published December 8, 2017 by Nan MykelHelpful sharing from Child of Cynicism
Whether you live alongside mental illness during day-to-day life, or assist someone who does: it can be an uphill battle. A fight that it feels as though it can never be won; relentless and soul destroying.
If I didn’t understand, or didn’t suffer from mental illness personally, perhaps I would too be telling you to “snap out of it”, or that “you’re being ungrateful for the good that you’ve been blessed with”. But the truth is, I do live alongside psychiatric disorders, and have done for most of my life. Within that relatively short span, I have learnt one of the simplest, yet almost universally unaccepted, facts of life: you feel what you feel, and sometimes, nearly all the time, that’s okay. It is not disrespectful to the less fortunate to be unhappy. It is what it is, and there’s no blame in that.
However, maintaining a sustainable-perhaps even enjoyable-level…
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THE PAST –a haibun
Published December 7, 2017 by Nan MykelThe Past
My Self, anchored in the past at three, inhales the earth’s nectar following the rain. Pure air, receptive soil, the world a vast cocoon of promise.
Unnoticed, earth
Worms float belly up below
Better not to know.
LOST SOURCE
Published December 6, 2017 by Nan Mykel“Evolution has hidden from us the stuff that we don’t need to know. And that’s pretty much all of reality, whatever reality might be.”
SCARY
Published December 6, 2017 by Nan Mykel
I tried to post an item on the Koch brothers and Word Press said some pictures have been blocked to prevent others from tracing my site. (Or words to that effect). Is Word Press protecting them or me?
Kinda Nice by Anonymous
Published December 6, 2017 by Nan MykelDEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and dates are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reached out to all who care
It is too late to mourn,
You did not know that I exist
You died ere I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
Healing Your Hidden Issues
Published December 3, 2017 by Nan MykelAppears to mesh with Jung’s “Shadow Self.” I’m reblogging to my page on Our Shadow Selves: By kristalhunter
At some level, we spend our energy trying to hide our unresolved issues. We think that if we can keep those negative issues at bay they aren’t apart of who we really are. However, all of our experienced emotions negative and positive are very much apart of us. The feelings that we wish we didn’t have impact us until we face them and move beyond them. When we spend energy trying to ignore feelings we don’t want, we actually end up feeling worse and perhaps without even knowing why.
In stillness, we can recognize our negative feelings without being attached to them. In stillness, we face those issues and they soon cease to have power over us. By clearing out our negative fears we create space and we open a new channel of energy; energy of light and possibility. Finding stillness through meditation will do two things; bring us to a state…
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Short Quote
Published December 2, 2017 by Nan Mykel
“After all, it is no more surprising to be born twice than it is to be born once.”
–Voltaire, quoted by Philip Kapleau, p. 39, The Wheel of Death.
Wish you were near.
Published December 2, 2017 by Nan MykelLoving and lovely.
If I could turn back the clock and revisit the years
The worry and fears would feature less in our lives
I would hold your hand tightly and cherish the tears
I would be kinder, argue less, smile more and realise
That the memories and moments and having you near
Are worth more than ever as ever-swiftly time flies.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is my contribution to the birthday open link night at d’Verse. I am a November birthday. This is about my children, especially my firstborn twin, who is a long way from home and is bravely making her way in the world with no family at her side. When I look back at all the moments I wish there had been more time not less.
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