22ndNovember
Blogging is a Healing Tool
So here I am another day and posting. Three days in a row, reason is mostly because it is the weekend. I realize that keeping this up, daily posting I mean I need to change the way I do it, or not post daily. Reason is it has been taking me almost three hours or four before I am happy enough to hit that Publish button, I try to use words I mean to say and I try to say something meaningful. The subject is easy because
‘we all love to talk about ourselves’
(so I have been told) seriously, I would sooner listen to someone talk about themselves. So I find myself, doing this often, I take the conversation into their world and I hear them. Honestly tho, I sometimes don’t hear them and I pretend that I did hear them. Now this happens when the voice in my head has grasped a thought they shared and for some reason my thoughts will stay there till I shake it off or I say the thought with them. So see in the meantime they said ‘this….’ and I didn’t really hear those words. Some say,
‘I wasn’t paying attention.’
Or it is that I am paying attention to the thought that I can help them with. Most of the time when I share with them the words that come into my head I get a physical feeling like goose bump. I think that is the best word to use to describe the feeling. I only wonder if these words I seem to need to say are words that are meaningful and profound to them.
I like the words magical and mystical, they connect to another word imagination. Now really these are of a positive nature and then now you are in a positive atmosphere. It is a spiritual environment where I can turn the most boring projects or chores into a time for reflecting on who I am and what for and why? It is about expanding my imagination and that positive environment makes it easier. I know I need those positive words like optimistic, upbeat, and how about beautiful, so on. Then again sometimes, I do not express it in words but I see it in my mind.
These time of being alone are so very important to. It is a time to recognize ourselves, to look at how we are developing and to restore our energy so we can move forward.
Someone said something like this to me once;
“The most restful person may not be the one who sleeps ten hours a day, but the one able to grab catnaps while cruising 600 miles-per-hour at 35,000 ft.”
Understanding time to act, and to keep quite when it is time to keep still. In doing this is partly how you can get ‘peace of mind’ and then I am more focused.
When I was a little girl I use to visit my Uncle Fred, who was a switchboard operater and he was in a wheelchair . But he could wheel up to this switchboard (by the way this was a dinosaur way of communicating), all the chords he would pull and place into a hole to connect this person to that. I would look at his switch board and I would wonder how he knew what hole to place it to make the communication smooth. Well our bodies work much in the same way. As we sit erect and our spine is balanced and our nerves are the switchboard that causes your body to move.
He-he, I don’t know why I shared that story, have not thought of Uncle Fred for a very long time.
I need to treat this spark of energy with care and protect it. Imagine myself as a candle lite to allow you to see and warm. Then a wind comes up and I circle my hand around the flame to stop it from going out. Yet don’t get to close that you put it out or burn yourself. Like the worry I maybe deemed crazy could suffocate my spark.
Sometimes I know I am misunderstood and I am not sure if I have made enough effort to make my love ones appreciate me. Everyone in my world think stuff about me that isn’t true. But I like it be that way. Like at work I went home sick on Thursday and today I feel I am still sick and yet I am worried about staying home. “What will my co-worker think.” My digestive system is wonky and I sit her on my yoga ball thinking well try to go to work. Then I think but where will I find a washroom if I need it. When I am on route I can’t say ” Stomach stop that, I have 5 blocks to go before we are near a washroom, just wait,k.”
Now don’t get me wrong my children give me great pleasure and I love my husband dearly. But communication and sharing I find is not as good as I think I should be. See how I worded that “as good as I think it should be” They probably think everything is great. So deep down I have this inner conflict of being with them and being alone. Or do I, come on be honest with your self. Maybe fear plays a big part. Seem these days fear is playing a big roll.
Well I think I shall end there and go watch a movie or continue reading the book I started last weekend. None the less I want to escape from my usually weekend chores.

