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The Gift of Release
Release: verb: to set free from restraint, confinement, or servitude. Noun: relief or deliverance from sorrow, suffering, or trouble. Synonyms: set free, let go, turn loose, dismiss… If you have ever battled chronic pain or illness, or a pain or illness that has lasted for an extended period of time, then you will understand what I am going to describe today. If you have not, then I will do my best to give you a picture as close as I can. It’s no secret that I have migraines, and that I always will. They are triggered by things that I can control, and more of things I cannot. I am…
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Generation to Generation
When a generation tolerates a sin, the next will celebrate it, and the generation after them won’t even know it is a sin. Unknown I have been sitting with this quote for a few weeks now. So I invite you to sit with it for a little bit before continuing… Every generation is marked with their “successes” and “failures.” Every generation is labeled these days and tagged with the “tech inventions” of the day. And I am not saying this is all bad, but hear me out, because it does become nauseating at some point. I am a Millennial/Gen Y, born between 1980-1996. My generation is tagged as the Information…
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Are we at recess or in the white house?
I am jumping right in this week, because I don’t mess around when it comes to something that hits close to home. And neither does this community or their advocates when we have been disrespected. What am I speaking of? Well, Trump decided he needed to make comments on Governor Newsom’s very honest and real truth that he shared, that he has dyslexia. His comment I will not repeat here, because it disgusts me. What I will address is why the comment that not only our President made, but many others assume and feel the need to express, is so completely disgraceful and honestly reflects on the intelligence of the…
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Words, Put the S before the W & you get Sword
Words. How to choose them. How to use them, or not use them. Defining them. Interpreting their meaning within the context of what is being said. These are all ponderings I have had this week. Let me start with a story. If you are new here, welcome, you are reading a post written by someone who has no college degree or special english/writing training. Therefore, perfect grammar is not one of the goals of this blog, but being real is. This being said, let me take you back to my high school days. I have a significant comprehension learning disability, so since I was homeschooled in high school, I was…
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Pain.
“Even the tide retreats, not in defeat, but to gather its strength. You are allowed to pause. You will return stronger.” Dipendra Tamang I took a bit of an unexpected pause the past two weeks. And for those of you who are not on Instagram, I had a little toe procedure that knocked me off my feet. Yes, it didn’t affect my hands, but between the balancing of elevating my foot and trying to balance a computer on my lap, I decided that wouldn’t be the best choice. Especially since this toe had gotten in the situation it had gotten in- due to dropped bowling balls, laptops, fully loaded grocery…
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Care for All Noggins
Jumping right in to it this week… Behavior, communication… all depends on the way our brain is wired… Mental Health. It’s real. It is something that if it hasn’t touched your life, in some way, I would imagine it is hard to grasp the severity of the moment we are living in at this moment. It’s one of those health avenues you either completely ignore and disassociate yourself with (red flag!) or you live it, watch it, and/or advocate for better. Real tragedies, current and resurfaced/documentaries, have sparked my interest in why state mental hospitals were closed. I read a couple of books about Dorothea Dix in the past couple…
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Speaking From Experience …
Laughter. Tears. Speechless. Frozen. Numb. Want to Scream. Want to hide. This week my life experiences have felt like a mess, a wreck of emotions, or is it that my experiences make me pay attention? I believe it’s all the above 😊 It’s all happening at once. I know ya’ll just love when I write about vaccines, but the so called “recommendations” coming out of the CDC this week, are something I have experienced before vaccines were available for two of these viruses and I will not stay silent. When children are literally dying from diseases that have been almost non-existent and hardly ever fatal, because of “grown-ups” not getting…
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Children Grieve Too
“There’s a stillness about grief. A process. An overwhelming hush. Some days it screams about the one I miss. Some days it’s a peace that there is more. Some days it’s a silent mending as tiny broken pieces are put back together. In any form, I don’t mind the quiet — it’s a sign of an endless love, a richness, an undying hope. I’m learning that the quiet is part of the sacred mess of grief, of aching, of mending, of becoming whole when part of you is gone. It’s sacred and holy, and because of that it makes me feel just an inch closer to him. I don’t want…
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Thoughts from a Maker of Lists
Be honest, how many of you just chuckled or said Amen to the above image? There have been so many nights that I have been sound asleep, and wake up so quickly, because my brain decided it was time to remember what I forgot to do that day. If I don’t write something down right away, or type it into my phone, it leaves me the moment I walk away from a conversation or the thing that reminded me to do whatever needed to be done. In the past, I have tried not looking at my phone during the night, which limited me from putting things into my to do…
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When “Showing Up” Looks Different
“I’m learning to love the pauses, the quiet stretches, where nothing much is happening, but everything feels okay.” -Unknown The man in the picture above, my Paw-Paw, is the closest thing to being a “show up” legend for his grandchildren and even other children he loved! He wasn’t perfect, and he wouldn’t want to be seen as such. But when he started to get to weak to make his two a day visits to my grandma in the nursing home, it was a huge sign that he was extremely tired and his body was giving out. He worked in human resources for quite a while at the end of his…
