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Words and Feet – Reblog from Kim M. Russell and dVerse

Published January 12, 2019 by Nan Mykel

Yes yes and more yes!

kim881's avatarwriting in north norfolk

We welcomed them eighty years ago
from the shadows of the night of broken glass
to the streets of Britain and beyond, child refugees,

hungry and scared, in need of homes.

History should not be allowed
to repeat itself; it’s our turn to act,
to learn from the past and protect

children fleeing conflict and persecution now.

There’s another page of history to turn and complete,
not with the sufferings of refugees
uprooted from their homes to flee,

but with courage of words and fearless feet.

Kim M. Russell, 10th January 2019

Image result for kindertransport statue at liverpool street stationKindertransport statue at Liverpool Street Station (found on Pinterest). I stop at this statue almost every time I get the train to London.

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman: What We Save Saves Us, also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night

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Countryside Wisdom – Carol J. Forrester Reblog from dVerse

Published January 12, 2019 by Nan Mykel

The imagery of hard boiled sweets in the mouth is poetically mouth-watering. I hope I’m re-blogging this gem.

Why Shame and Guilt?

Published January 12, 2019 by Nan Mykel

Some point out that guilty feelings keep our conscience in shape. But does excessive wallowing in feelings of guilt or shame help anything? How can making myself miserable make sense? Perhaps a masochist might try it, but believe me there’s no pleasure in it, sexual or otherwise.
Perhaps feeling pain over one’s thoughtlessness is a Shadow concept–it may help us avoid our own feelings of rage at being ignored, discounted, ridiculed or mistreated. Are guilt feelings more acceptable than rageful anger to some folks? Like me?
I reported myself for chewing gum while on safety patrol duty in the sixth grade. I don’t feel guilty about it now, possibly because I got a demerit for it at the time. I can tell I’m wandering into la la land but if that’s so, then so be it. Losing psychic energy in an irrational manner is la la, and detracts from energy that could be used constructively, even for helping others.
I have some defense mechanisms that explain or almost excuse my behavior, but I can’t utter these because they sound so much like excuses (such as a very slight habit to briefly dissociate).
It’s obviously rooted in my unconscious. I was not allowed to ask for what I wanted–not even to hint, and was told that I didn’t feel what I felt, often. I wonder what it means in actual terms that I introjected my Pig Parent (per transactional analysis)? I do recall that in therapy I once Gestalted my Pig Parent and didn’t get back in my own skin until later in the day. I do remember that I couldn’t do a Gestalt “goodbye” to my abusing father because I felt there would be nothing left inside me. (I was able to much later, however.)
Empathy runs too deep in me (unless it’s just a defense against rage.) If you lurked silently around me for very long you would hear me muttering “I’m sorry. I’m sorry” when one of my much earlier thoughtless behaviors come to mind.
I’ve begun re-reading Ernest Becker’s “The Denial of Death” again, and come across the following: “Man does not seem able to ‘help’ his selfishness…If we care about anyone it is usually ourselves first of all…In man a working level of narcissism* is inseparable from self esteem, from a basic sense of self-worth. (p 2,3) So, maybe I think more highly of me for apologizing constantly than being puffed up. I probably respect myself more (secretly) than if I were more blase and felt more positive about myself. (This blog posting is probably an attempt to puff myself up.)
Maybe I should return to identifying with “The Watcher” part of me again. Funny how I make a discovery and then it eludes me.

*Note: There’s a great difference between narcissism and Narcissistic Personality Disorder

CHANGE

Published January 7, 2019 by Nan Mykel

 

CHANGE

It’s bright orange
Out of place
Needs to be scratched,
And popped.
Unease, unsure
Don’t like it,
Kinda frightening,
Palpitations,
Grumpy, crawling
Foreboding…

Image: pocket.watch

Can the base not be as smart as others…

Published January 6, 2019 by Nan Mykel

Can they not figure out how to get the hook out of their mouth? Trump seems to believe he’s got you hook line and sinker, forever. How long will a love affair with a lothario last, despite infidelities and castration of our America the Beautiful vision? How can you so easily short-change honesty? Doesn’t a part of you think that photo of Trump with the Bible is barfy?

Evidently I’m not allowed to print that photo again, but you can find it on my “Non Sequitor” post, if it’s still there. Or go to

Gonna Have to Reconsider my Our Shadow Selves page?

Published January 3, 2019 by Nan Mykel

In light of  today’s articles on consciousness on Three Quarks  Daily  feedblitz@mail.feedblitz.com… Don’t know what I’m gonna say,  It seems that maybe neither our Shadow Side nor our  conscious  side may be all that conscious.  Maybe I can get on top of it, and maybe I can’t.  We’ll see...Another day or week or month.  Wiki Art

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A Recovered Journal Memory, 2002

Published January 1, 2019 by Nan Mykel

Tonight while awaiting the new year (oh dear, it’s already here!), I came across a visit I made with my middle daughter to the burial place of a distant family line.  It was a sunny day and ours was a genealogical mission. We found the family enclosure on church grounds and read several epitaphs:  “Father in thy gracious keeping leave we now thy servant sleeping”; “She had departed but has left with us a happy memory of her many virtues”; “Lord at thy side let my place and portion be. I would in thy peace abide for thou lovest me.”

As we were returning to our van, we were drawn to another enclosure whose entrance was  an arbor shaded by a tree from which ornaments and wind chimes dangled. The site included a garden bench. Several stuffed toys lay atop the small grave which bore the marker “Jon Benet Patricia Ramsey.”

 

Fiddlin Around

Published December 31, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Ohhh, I want to put some small attempt at art work on my blog, but I have essential tremor, which makes me shake like parkinsons but not have the other symptoms.  I can try and color a photo I already have, I guess:

No, I guess I can’t.  Bummer.  If I try to draw this is what happens:  (See opening).

 

New Year’s Resolutions I Won’t Bother to Make

Published December 30, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Don’t eat chocolate.

Get organized.

Pick up after myself.

Routinely wade through all my saved phone messages.

Wash dishes right after their use.

Go through “Reader” every single day.

Take off makeup before I go to bed rather than the next morning.

SO, WHAT ARE YOURS NOT TO MAKE?

And what’s

it to

ya?

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