Delores from Under The Porch Light threw everyone for a loop with Words For Wednesday this week. Instead of the usual format which includes using a list of words or a phrase or both if you're a glutton for punishment, she omitted the list of words and gave the participants three phrases to get their creative juices flowing. After participating for several weeks, I finally get it. It really isn't about what a person posts or the amount of talent they exude. It's all about the camaraderie. Those of you who follow Mildred and read excerpts from her rather twisted life, know that flowery poetry isn't really Mildred's thing. Well folks! Guess what? Mildred likes flowery poetry, just like she likes painting. She may not be Robert Frost or van Gogh, but I think creativity isn't so much about the finished product as it is about the journey/process. It's more about letting out what's buried deep inside. If that surfaces in a cute poem or a landscape then I say, "let it flow...let those juices seep out and carry you to where you're supposed to go!"
If you'd like to participate, hop over to her Delores' blog and check it out! You just might surprise yourself as much as I've surprised myself. Plus the group is a comprised of people from all walks of life. They are so creatively diverse and supportive of what everyone posts. What a wonderful gift Delores created by bringing together people to share their worlds via written words. Thank you so much, Delores!
The prompt I used this week was the phrase, "giggles and fairy wings".
Not only did I use this phrase in the poem I composed, but if you notice the first letter of the first word in each line also spells g-i-g-g-l-e-s-a-n-d-f-a-i-r-y-w-i-n-g-s.
Giggles and fairy wings
imagination sweetly sings
giggles and fairy wings
golden clouds and jeweled rings.
Lovestruck moments, lovestruck eyes
End with passion, end with strive
singing love songs so contrive
a kingdom withers, a kingdom thrives.
No iron maiden from above
dancing cherubs bring us love
floating lightly hand in glove
angels soaring like a dove.
Inscription reading, wordless gain
ride the lightning like a train
young at heart will remain
with each other no disdain.
Instant karma, instant winner
No food for love or for dinner
Gain in love or grow much thinner
Seething saints and singing sinners.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
MY TOP 25 LIGHTBULB MOMENTS
When I started blogging again in 2010 after a rather long absence from it, I did it to fulfill a therapy requirement given to me by my "yoyo inspector" (a term of endearment I had given my therapist). One of the tools of therapy she wanted me to implement was to explore my inner self by keeping a daily journal. The topic of each entry could be of my own choosing, but each entry had to end with a gratitude statement. At times, I had to dig deep to find something that could be seen as gratitude on my part, but in doing so, I found an ingenious way to take negativity and gift wrap it with a big colorful bow. Suddenly even the most negative aspects of my life had a glimmer of light cast upon them.
We all have moments when things just seem to click and suddenly make sense. Here are a few things Mildred has learned about her relationship with herself, friends, family and lovers as she has stumbled down a rather bumpy garden path:
1) Someone who loves you will make time to be with you even when their schedule is so hectic and chaotic that they barely have time to take a shower.
2) Someone who loves you will never treat you like you're an afterthought and will always attempt to include you in their plans whenever possible.
3) If you leave a voicemail or send an email or an occasional smoke signal, a considerate person responds. Silence can be interpreted in many ways, but in my book, silence is rude and neglectful.
4) Plain and simple...any relationship does NOT thrive on neglect.
5) Intimacy starts to happen when two people open up and nurture each other.
6) Relationships tend to grow and thrive as long as the relationship is a two way street!
7) Relationships quickly dissipate and die as a result of constant drama, negativity and turmoil.
8) Don't be a door mat! Hanging in there will only make you feel demeaned and used. Your feelings are worth more than that, so find someone who can and will love you as much as you love them.
9) If gift giving occasions always come and go without even a simple acknowledgement (remember cards are relatively inexpensive) from the people who are most important to you, then they aren't deserving of your time, effort and hard-earned money. Why worry about finding "the perfect gift" for someone who always has some lame excuse as to why they can't reciprocate? As we've always been told, it really is the thought that counts! Obviously that jerk didn't get the same memo! Stop wasting your time and money! Go buy yourself a gift for being smart!
10) Everyone has preferences! If someone likes a tall partner and you're short unless you know how to get leg extensions, you should bow out gracefully.
11) Sometimes people stay in relationships with the wrong person for a lifetime because they're afraid of being alone.
12) Being alone is much better than being with the wrong person.
13) Actions speak louder than words and words can be pretty cheap at times.
14) Some people are great at blowing smoke up people's backsides and weaving captivating dreams, but when it comes right down to it, those people are clueless when it comes to anything real and meaningful.
15) People who love us will make our dreams come true...or at least they'll try to!
16) Open your eyes, read the signs and don’t overlook any red flags.
17) Trust your instincts and intuition.
18) If you spend all your time wondering and questioning everything in a relationship, it's time to move on.
19) Always accept people for who they are and not for who you want them to be.
20) A real person will start the race and finish it being the same person.
21) Remember a real person has flaws and imperfections! Perfection might be alluring, but it doesn't exist. A "perfect" person is hiding something!
22) Shutting the door and turning off the light might be a safe thing to do, but it's only going to hurt you in the long run.
23) No one should live in a dark cave!
24) The time to shut the door and turn off the light is when we die. Until then, be brave and be willing to change the lightbulb occasionally.
25) All relationships are a work in progress and communication is one of the key ingredients to having a successful one.
Gratitude statement: Even though I may learn everything in life the hard way, I'm thankful that eventually even I see the light.
We all have moments when things just seem to click and suddenly make sense. Here are a few things Mildred has learned about her relationship with herself, friends, family and lovers as she has stumbled down a rather bumpy garden path:
1) Someone who loves you will make time to be with you even when their schedule is so hectic and chaotic that they barely have time to take a shower.
2) Someone who loves you will never treat you like you're an afterthought and will always attempt to include you in their plans whenever possible.
3) If you leave a voicemail or send an email or an occasional smoke signal, a considerate person responds. Silence can be interpreted in many ways, but in my book, silence is rude and neglectful.
4) Plain and simple...any relationship does NOT thrive on neglect.
5) Intimacy starts to happen when two people open up and nurture each other.
6) Relationships tend to grow and thrive as long as the relationship is a two way street!
7) Relationships quickly dissipate and die as a result of constant drama, negativity and turmoil.
8) Don't be a door mat! Hanging in there will only make you feel demeaned and used. Your feelings are worth more than that, so find someone who can and will love you as much as you love them.
9) If gift giving occasions always come and go without even a simple acknowledgement (remember cards are relatively inexpensive) from the people who are most important to you, then they aren't deserving of your time, effort and hard-earned money. Why worry about finding "the perfect gift" for someone who always has some lame excuse as to why they can't reciprocate? As we've always been told, it really is the thought that counts! Obviously that jerk didn't get the same memo! Stop wasting your time and money! Go buy yourself a gift for being smart!
10) Everyone has preferences! If someone likes a tall partner and you're short unless you know how to get leg extensions, you should bow out gracefully.
11) Sometimes people stay in relationships with the wrong person for a lifetime because they're afraid of being alone.
12) Being alone is much better than being with the wrong person.
13) Actions speak louder than words and words can be pretty cheap at times.
14) Some people are great at blowing smoke up people's backsides and weaving captivating dreams, but when it comes right down to it, those people are clueless when it comes to anything real and meaningful.
15) People who love us will make our dreams come true...or at least they'll try to!
16) Open your eyes, read the signs and don’t overlook any red flags.
17) Trust your instincts and intuition.
18) If you spend all your time wondering and questioning everything in a relationship, it's time to move on.
19) Always accept people for who they are and not for who you want them to be.
20) A real person will start the race and finish it being the same person.
21) Remember a real person has flaws and imperfections! Perfection might be alluring, but it doesn't exist. A "perfect" person is hiding something!
22) Shutting the door and turning off the light might be a safe thing to do, but it's only going to hurt you in the long run.
23) No one should live in a dark cave!
24) The time to shut the door and turn off the light is when we die. Until then, be brave and be willing to change the lightbulb occasionally.
25) All relationships are a work in progress and communication is one of the key ingredients to having a successful one.
Gratitude statement: Even though I may learn everything in life the hard way, I'm thankful that eventually even I see the light.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
SOCIETY'S CHILD
So many things factor into forming who we are and how we view the world around us. As a child I was never taught to judge people by their economic status or by the color of their skin. Racial tensions ran high during my younger years, but those tensions just didn't seem to personally touch my life. Sure, it was something I saw on TV and read about in books and magazines, but I didn't have to live it firsthand. I simply grew up not understanding why some people hated others for what seemed to me like no valid reason and to this day, I still have problems understanding racism and bigotry.
Maybe I was fortunate to grow up in a place where those horrible things didn't happen very often or if they did, I never had to witness them. Maybe I was fortunate to be able to turn off listening whenever my grandfather loudly ranted and raved about Catholics and Jews instead of taking it to heart. I always wondered what bug had crawled up his butt when he decided the Beatles were the cause of all the world's problems and no one from New Jersey should be able to drive a car. Okay, maybe he got that one right! [LOL] Archie Bunker had nothing on my grandfather. Put toe to toe, I think my grandfather could have taken Archie down. And maybe most of all, I was fortunate to develop insulation to some things I saw as being immoral, unjust and just plain crazy. I wanted to be free to develop my own brand of crazy and to think for myself.
As a young teenager, I saw an interracial relationship develop within the group of people I hung around. People couldn't be in Billie (Buz as we called him then) and Debbie's presence without noticing that they truly loved each other. Because of them, I discovered love really is blind. The heart doesn't see the color of a person's skin no more than the heart sees the color or length of a person's hair, their height or their weight and the size of their bank account. I secretly rooted for their relationship to not only withstand the normal relationship woes, but to continue to grow and develop into lasting relationship. What I didn't see or understand were the problems they faced behind the scenes. Sure, their friends were able to accept their relationship, but that wasn't the case with all the people in their lives. I don't know the details of how or why they split up, but I witnessed a certain veil of sadness as a result of it. They both moved on, got married and lived a life without each other.
Now, flash forward many years later to a time after Debbie's husband died from complications due to diabetes and Billie's marriage ended around the same time. Several years ago, they both exchanged wedding vows again, but this time it was with each other and they started living a life that was all, but a faded memory from years ago. It just goes to show you that when two people belong together, fate will make it happen. There's a greeting card that has always stuck with me. Each time true love prevails, I think of that card. It simply says: Somehow...Someway...Somewhere...Someday...
Maybe I was fortunate to grow up in a place where those horrible things didn't happen very often or if they did, I never had to witness them. Maybe I was fortunate to be able to turn off listening whenever my grandfather loudly ranted and raved about Catholics and Jews instead of taking it to heart. I always wondered what bug had crawled up his butt when he decided the Beatles were the cause of all the world's problems and no one from New Jersey should be able to drive a car. Okay, maybe he got that one right! [LOL] Archie Bunker had nothing on my grandfather. Put toe to toe, I think my grandfather could have taken Archie down. And maybe most of all, I was fortunate to develop insulation to some things I saw as being immoral, unjust and just plain crazy. I wanted to be free to develop my own brand of crazy and to think for myself.
As a young teenager, I saw an interracial relationship develop within the group of people I hung around. People couldn't be in Billie (Buz as we called him then) and Debbie's presence without noticing that they truly loved each other. Because of them, I discovered love really is blind. The heart doesn't see the color of a person's skin no more than the heart sees the color or length of a person's hair, their height or their weight and the size of their bank account. I secretly rooted for their relationship to not only withstand the normal relationship woes, but to continue to grow and develop into lasting relationship. What I didn't see or understand were the problems they faced behind the scenes. Sure, their friends were able to accept their relationship, but that wasn't the case with all the people in their lives. I don't know the details of how or why they split up, but I witnessed a certain veil of sadness as a result of it. They both moved on, got married and lived a life without each other.
Now, flash forward many years later to a time after Debbie's husband died from complications due to diabetes and Billie's marriage ended around the same time. Several years ago, they both exchanged wedding vows again, but this time it was with each other and they started living a life that was all, but a faded memory from years ago. It just goes to show you that when two people belong together, fate will make it happen. There's a greeting card that has always stuck with me. Each time true love prevails, I think of that card. It simply says: Somehow...Someway...Somewhere...Someday...
WHAT IS LIFE?
Delores from Under The Porch Light created Words For Wednesday. If you'd like to participate, hop over to her blog and check it out!
This week's prompt were:
essence, flippant, mercury, speeding, nonchalant, shadowed
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"life smells like coffee and baby poop, fresh cut grass and gasoline"
Life sounds like landslides and toilets, baby coos and tambourines.
Life smells like coffee and baby poop, fresh cut grass and gasoline.
Life tastes like water and bourbon, vegetables and jelly beans.
Life feels like laughter and crying, zip lining and quarantine.
But actually life is just another unforeseen guillotine!
Evergreen, never seen
Fresh cut grass and gasoline…
This week's prompt were:
essence, flippant, mercury, speeding, nonchalant, shadowed
"life smells like coffee and baby poop, fresh cut grass and gasoline"
What is life?
Life looks like noodles and
cesspools, wild flowers and trampolines.Life sounds like landslides and toilets, baby coos and tambourines.
Life smells like coffee and baby poop, fresh cut grass and gasoline.
Life tastes like water and bourbon, vegetables and jelly beans.
Life feels like laughter and crying, zip lining and quarantine.
But actually life is just another unforeseen guillotine!
Evergreen, never seen
Fresh cut grass and gasoline…
Saturday, June 14, 2014
FOR EVERYTHING ELSE THERE'S DUCK TAPE
merijane muses is written by a "salty Maine chick" and encompasses her "musings on life's joys, heartbreaks & curveballs." Her latest post, Forgive Yourself, Mama covers motherhood's trials and tribulations. Merijane's outlook on life and subject matter is refreshingly honest and aimed at things most of us can relate to in our own lives.
The following is the comment I left in response to her heartfelt post and after rereading it, I realized that my words to her is my own philosophy about life summed up in one short paragraph:
Too many of us never learn how to forgive ourselves for anything. It's as though we never hold ourselves to the same standards we have for everyone else. We don't expect perfection from anyone but the person staring back at us in the mirror. It's really sad we do that to ourselves...life would be so much easier and way more pleasant if we just exhaled and relaxed. It's okay to make mistakes as long as we learn from the mistakes we make. What I've found in life is that most things can be fixed with love and for everything else there's duck tape!
Friday, June 06, 2014
A LIFE WITHOUT WHITE PICKET FENCES
They say hindsight is 20/20, but I have to admit I often wonder who "they" are and why aren't "they" out actively trying to educate dumb asses like me. "They" seem to be the ones that always jump in first to tell me "I told you so" whenever I make a huge boo-boo even when "they" never really gave me any warnings in the first place. I can't say that my mother telling me things like "it's as easy to love a rich man as it is a poor man" are the lessons in love I needed as a young girl. What I needed most was to be told I was beautiful, intelligent and capable to doing anything I wanted to do.
At the ripe old age of 58 I had an epiphany the other day. I've spent my whole live thinking I actually preferred 'bad boys" to the nice guys of the world. I thought living dangerously and on the edge chasing after men with commitment issues and little respect or regard for any female was what got and kept my juices flowing. Yes, I've questioned my preferences many times and have wondered why I've always equated nice guys as being boring. My choices throughout life have deeply frustrated me because none of them have led to lasting happiness or a stable relationship. So at 58, after being totally celibate and without any sort of relationship with a man for 9 years I've come to a rather startling conclusion. I've always joking told people that sex causes brain damage. Okay, maybe it wasn't totally a joke because it seems when two people throw sex into a relationship all clarity and common sense leaps out the window...or at least it does in my case. Nine years ago I finally had enough of the rollercoaster ride and put myself in time out.
When the light bulb finally turned on, it made the situation look entirely different to me. I never really connected the dots so I could look at a complete picture. Now, looking back I can say that my twisted view of what intimate relationships should be like and the kind of man in which I could enjoy lasting happiness with makes total sense to me. I've spent my entire life chasing after anything and everything that would validate my powerful sense of not being worthy of love and happiness. It's was always easy for me to believe I didn't deserve a good life and finding people willing and able to prove that point was always a very easy thing to do. Many people might wonder why anyone would feel unworthy of love and happiness or why anyone would spend a lifetime doing anything that resembles a dog chasing its tail. It's a complicated issue that dates back as far as I can remember. For me, maybe it would have been more evident and easier to see if my "break" happened later in life. For me, that destructive feeling was incorporated into my being at a very young age. It's just the way it was. It's just who I grew up being. It's not something I ever questioned because I grew up with the attitude "if the people who love me will hurt me then what's the rest of the world going to do to me?" With that attitude it's easy to see why I always felt like I was continually swimming upstream against the current.
I grew up with little self worth. I held all my pain very close and rarely showed it to anyone. When I did, it was just a glimpse. I grew up with no expectations of the future or visions of that house with a white picket fence. I grew up feeling that fleeting mind blowing sex was a good trade off for a stable life with someone who loved me. I never knew anyone could have both, so I stuck with the bad boys who seemed more than happy to scratch my insatiable itch. I grew up numbing my pain with drugs and thinking promiscuity was okay. Many times I would say, 'it's a hard job and someone has to do it." It's sad that I cared so little for myself, but what's sadder is that I believed no one else cared what happened to me either. The giving of myself to another person never held the same value to me as it did to others. I didn't feel anything about me was really worth anyone's time or effort, so for me, intimacy was a twisted maze in which I became deliriously lost.
I know now nice guys aren't boring. Nice guys are just that and being nice isn't the kiss of death everyone always claimed it was. The problem is that at 58 I'm way behind the curve and I don't know if I'm really interested in jumping back in the pond in search of the right frog to kiss. I'm definitely not afraid of making mistakes because I've spent a lifetime being well-acquainted with doing just that. I can't say exactly what the problem is...maybe just fear of the unknown or maybe it's as simple as I've run out of steam. I can say this...I am open to the possibilities if one ever presents itself to me, but I doubt I'll ever actively go out looking for love. Being alone isn't the worst thing in life and it's much easier to deal with than always being with the wrong person in a relationship filled with nothing, but fruitless drama.
At the ripe old age of 58 I had an epiphany the other day. I've spent my whole live thinking I actually preferred 'bad boys" to the nice guys of the world. I thought living dangerously and on the edge chasing after men with commitment issues and little respect or regard for any female was what got and kept my juices flowing. Yes, I've questioned my preferences many times and have wondered why I've always equated nice guys as being boring. My choices throughout life have deeply frustrated me because none of them have led to lasting happiness or a stable relationship. So at 58, after being totally celibate and without any sort of relationship with a man for 9 years I've come to a rather startling conclusion. I've always joking told people that sex causes brain damage. Okay, maybe it wasn't totally a joke because it seems when two people throw sex into a relationship all clarity and common sense leaps out the window...or at least it does in my case. Nine years ago I finally had enough of the rollercoaster ride and put myself in time out.
When the light bulb finally turned on, it made the situation look entirely different to me. I never really connected the dots so I could look at a complete picture. Now, looking back I can say that my twisted view of what intimate relationships should be like and the kind of man in which I could enjoy lasting happiness with makes total sense to me. I've spent my entire life chasing after anything and everything that would validate my powerful sense of not being worthy of love and happiness. It's was always easy for me to believe I didn't deserve a good life and finding people willing and able to prove that point was always a very easy thing to do. Many people might wonder why anyone would feel unworthy of love and happiness or why anyone would spend a lifetime doing anything that resembles a dog chasing its tail. It's a complicated issue that dates back as far as I can remember. For me, maybe it would have been more evident and easier to see if my "break" happened later in life. For me, that destructive feeling was incorporated into my being at a very young age. It's just the way it was. It's just who I grew up being. It's not something I ever questioned because I grew up with the attitude "if the people who love me will hurt me then what's the rest of the world going to do to me?" With that attitude it's easy to see why I always felt like I was continually swimming upstream against the current.
I grew up with little self worth. I held all my pain very close and rarely showed it to anyone. When I did, it was just a glimpse. I grew up with no expectations of the future or visions of that house with a white picket fence. I grew up feeling that fleeting mind blowing sex was a good trade off for a stable life with someone who loved me. I never knew anyone could have both, so I stuck with the bad boys who seemed more than happy to scratch my insatiable itch. I grew up numbing my pain with drugs and thinking promiscuity was okay. Many times I would say, 'it's a hard job and someone has to do it." It's sad that I cared so little for myself, but what's sadder is that I believed no one else cared what happened to me either. The giving of myself to another person never held the same value to me as it did to others. I didn't feel anything about me was really worth anyone's time or effort, so for me, intimacy was a twisted maze in which I became deliriously lost.
I know now nice guys aren't boring. Nice guys are just that and being nice isn't the kiss of death everyone always claimed it was. The problem is that at 58 I'm way behind the curve and I don't know if I'm really interested in jumping back in the pond in search of the right frog to kiss. I'm definitely not afraid of making mistakes because I've spent a lifetime being well-acquainted with doing just that. I can't say exactly what the problem is...maybe just fear of the unknown or maybe it's as simple as I've run out of steam. I can say this...I am open to the possibilities if one ever presents itself to me, but I doubt I'll ever actively go out looking for love. Being alone isn't the worst thing in life and it's much easier to deal with than always being with the wrong person in a relationship filled with nothing, but fruitless drama.
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