My soul has been feeling a shift for some time. I’ve learned to differentiate when it’s necessary to flow with it and when to remain still.
In the change, my heart has felt a transformation of my blogging purpose. It’s not just to discuss matters of Mental Health. I want to better utilize my blog to encourage Self Love, spread Kindness & Positivity, promote proactive behavior, support topics like Men’s Mental Health, while sharing insight into my personal life.
I have much more to do with the construction; however, I’d hope you’d be patient with me and visit.
My goal for 2020 is to transform a good blog into a great one.
The findings of a study published yesterday in the Journal Science demonstrate that North America has lost 30% of it’s birds population since 1970. The authors of this study suggest that this loss of almost 3 billion birds is like a canary in the coal mine and conclude their abstract with the statement “This loss […]
I’m working on myself. I’m always doing it. Sometimes it’s easier to discern lies from truths… but, sometimes insecurity and comparison compete for my attention. None the less, I’m still trying. It’s a life-long process.
I hope you love yourself enough to begin the unlearning.
Good Morning Parents! I just wanted to take a minute and praise you for the hard work and effort you invest into your kids.
I was at a coffee date with my six year old. Mind you I hadn’t slept well because my neighbors downstairs woke me up. Anyway, at our coffee date, I pulled out my phone to check a few things… one being an online order status. The details confused me and that’s what had my attention for a few minutes. (Again, half asleep too)
So I’m trying to get out the door, just making sure we have trash thrown away and such… when this lady confronted me about how “engrossed in my phone I was.” And “Do you engage with her? I almost feel sorry for her.”
What was it that made her feel it’s her place to criticize an individual based on one scenario? She was sitting having coffee alone.
I walked away from her before she was finished talking.
She ruined that for me.
Creation is a unique road for each of us. Some of us explore it way more often than others. That’s the extent any comparison should be involved. I personally believe we all have an ability to create in some form of fashion.
In what ways can we do so?
Playing an instrument
So what’s my point? Creation is a moment of pulling something out of yourself , whether positive or negative, and redesigning it into what you make. It’s therapy. You are facing some of that which is interrupting your peace of mind, and releasing it onto /into your medium.
Facing that within yourself became a situation that allowed you to release, externally. With that being said, you can pat yourself on the back for this accomplishment: You got started.
As you clear out the negative within yourself, into a bowl, through guitar strings, whatever… Please remember that it’s important YOU fill up that space with self love and positivity.
I hope you pick up that paper and pen, or harp, or whatever it is… and you begin.
I just wanted to take a minute and wish all my Canadian readers a Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your time with your family and loved ones, eat tons of food, and remember you are loved. For certain, I’m so grateful for so many of you above become dear to me.
No man should ever feel life is theirs, and all pain is of theirs, to cope with alone. No man should struggle with the internal beast that haunts, steals, and destroys simply because society says differently.
Here’s a few affirmations specially for my male readers, who might need to hear them.
From start to finish, today was horrible! I’m so glad it’s over. I’m glad this week is over. It started off with pms and two sick kids. It’s ended with my sweetheart in the hospital for testing. My anxiety has been a pain in my chest. My sleep has been shit. I’m utterly exhausted and need positive vibes, energy, and distractions sent my way.
First, I have to commend Mrs Kristian on her take of this challenge. She combined romance and mystery, added a dose of personal life and really tied everything into a short yet modern day Romeo and Juliet!! Please, take a minute and read her entry. She’s a fabulous writer and truly earned the love with this one.
From her entry, she posted the following photo and tagged me to tell the story.
Rosalie was a quiet widowed woman, who lived in a small two bedroom cabin ten minutes from town. Behind the cabin was three hundred yards of unsettled wilderness. She bought this place precisely for that reason. It was exactly what she needed while coping with her husband’s passing.
It’s been two years, yet she still expierences moments of agonizing reminders. She gasps as her heartstrings are pulled at the sounds of their wedding song. She’ll sob at the site of a soldier, uncontrollably and instantaneously. Her therapist has made several suggestions, ones that’ve been effective with others in her case.
In the early mornings, as the birds chirp in their clear 4×6 inch window feeder, she’ll rest at the kitchen table. With her canary pen from her best friend, and her favorite coffee mug, she’ll write out her thoughts. She and her nature creatures sharing the dawn has become a daily thing. The deer and squirrels ever so slightly glide through the trees, to her back porch. She sets out food precisely at seven.
Despite her best efforts, she’s been unsuccessfully unable to keep a job. Ms Palaiene (her therapist) has reiterated that this is normal, and that Rosalie shouldn’t be so hard on herself. She’s failed at that, too. In her free time, then, she volunteers at Grey Span Memorial Arts Academy.
This week, since Halloween is but a few weeks away, and it was one of Jason’s favorite times of the year, she planned to have her students paint a spooky self portrait scene. She completed hers this past Friday.
She calls it Twilight Dances
Her husband visits her at the first light of night, or twilight. She’s not afraid, for the sweet woodsy fragrances settle in her midst. She takes his lead, and embraces the dance… Spinning and twirling… The moist from the fog kisses her, as if placing life back in her skin. Natural sounds, like flaps from bats and crickets chirp create a bittersweet symphony. For five minutes, she doesn’t ache from her pain.
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After 3 months, he finally left his haven, Gray-Salon Memorial. He remembered nothing about what happened. Detectives stated there was a motorcycle accident. Something about some red scarf and an old skeleton key.
Formulated for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. Check it out:D