One of my pages (listed on my main page) is Serendipity and Sychronicity. I’ve described two instances in my life and plan to add more. But I hope you’ll feel free to add your own personal examples. (Page contains a long Wikipedia explanation of the two). You can post what you have to say as a Comment and I’ll add it to the S & S page, if WordPress allows me.
On a path two
interplanetary
beings meet:
human animal and
animal animal.
Is one food
for the other?
Who will move
first, and where?
Whose fear is
that in the air?
Reason has instnct
by the throat, or
Is it the other way around?
Tethered by memories
of other meetings on
other paths, the two
step cautiously by.
Priceless–I re-blogged
The original heading for this post was going to be “Plateau,” but then I saw that first line of my last “poem” and think it’s better. This entry will touch upon several topics, so either bear with me or go away.
PROFILE : My current (former?) profile says I’m not through growing yet. I’ve re-thought that.
When after an uncomfortable (well, some of it) thousand-mile trip you finally arrive at the end of the line only to realize your ticket was for the wrong destination, what then? Is it your imagination that someone whispers “Gotcha!”?
Despite what the scientists predict, my first organ to go was my heart. It turned to stone. My last surgeon said, showing my daughter my extracted mitral valve, it was hard as a pebble from a brook. On to another, more current metaphor for me, while awaiting compost:
I am lying on a vast bed of empty ice maker cubes (remember, from the old refrigerators?) Trying to be helpful, I’m sure, someone puts such a tremendous pressure on me (steamroller?) that my body is now comprised of hundreds of cubes, almost like building blocks. Now I’m really ready to compost.
BUT WAIT JUST A F***ing MINUTE! Building blocks! Like in days of yore, before my post-partum deression at 81! Whee!
Awaiting compost,
getting a headstart
in my kitchen.
Seeds hunkering
down, waiting for
their head start.
BLOG ABOUT DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER
….So the choice is, accept help that is not going to work, or try it yourself.
Neither of this is really working. I have not a myself that is able to live on its own. It’s confusing life, based on mental health problems.
It is not, never your fault. Not your diagnoses’ fault. Having mental health problems is as if you are trapped in a deep well. Somewhere deep down you ask, you cry for help. You hope, someone up there would hear it. Down there you try to survive on your own. You try to see in the dark. You think about escaping the the deep well. You can even count the way up. You can calculate the time necessary to get out. But you do not have the rope, the ladder to get out. You would be able to climb all the way up, if they just let the ladder down….
So the key word is hope. Hope, that your life will ever change.
Because, every one with a mental health problem wants to get out. Nobody with mental health problems ever asked for this. But so often you are treated as if you decided one boring day to start a mental health problem….
Thank you, thank you…
A deeply felt thank you to my dear friend Old Punk. Your keen eye, wisdom, sense of humor, endless compassion and well-timed kicks in the ass mean more me than I can ever express.
I know that I apologize too much
for the things I say
for the things I write
for the things I do
for not caring enough
for caring too much
for bleeding a little too much
on the screen
for breathing
for existing
past the age of 30
which I never envisioned happening
and that I don’t feel that the universe
quite approves of
and may still demand retribution
I am trying to stop apologizing
for anything and everything
and instead start expressing my gratitude
when you listen
when you read my words
when you forgive my actions
accept the caring I do have to offer
hand me the bandages
allow me the space to breath
encourage me to keep existing
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Simply joyously breathtaking…
Venue: Blagoevgrad, Thessaloniki and around
Lens: Sigma 35 mm f/1.4
Music: Christos Kyriazis – Epimeno (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzVGYjVMhkU)
Thessaloniki, or as Bulgarians call it Solun, is the main city in North Greece and is only a 4-5 hour drive away from Sofia. This makes it a perfect long weekend destination for Bulgarians that want to enjoy some great sea views and food. Strangely enough I myself had never spent much time in Thessaloniki and I’m glad I had the chance to go there in the first days of spring. The population of Thessaloniki is a bit less than a million people making it very lively and culturally eventful place that in the same time is not too big to be hard to navigate around. It is a typical Mediterranean city that reminded me a bit of Naples and Barcelona, but with the slight twist added by its position on the Balkan peninsula. Probably most importantly of all (for our purposes here) Thessaloniki is just amazingly…
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A list? I’m pist. Never was
told how to write one of those.
Let’s see— A List? I’m just cleaning out here
now, dealing with the blood folks
Coleman, Craighead and Buckman;
Bassett, Regester and the old pirate
Drake; Lovelace from prison while
Francis’ second verse to the anthem
got outlawed. Sooo sorry that Judge
Taney ruled the wrong way on the
Dred Scott Case or that Turnbull
mistreated his New Smyrna workers.
Sorry sorry sorry for their deeds and
You note I’m not adding me to this list.
I’m going t try and put this on my Relief-Refreshing page, since it feels so rejuvenating.
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