Sunday, April 24, 2011

Catching up

I just post here more often. Work has consumed my life, which has made it difficult to do much of anything. It is a little disturbing, but I do hope that I can rise above it all very soon. I hope you all are having a wonderful Easter. I will update more often!

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

3rd Day back

About to head in for my 3rd day back to work after my mini vacation. It is stressful no doubt, but doable. I did go see the physician and will be having some tests, of which I am sure will show nothing. (more waste of medical dollars) I did meet with my committee chair and came up with a plan to make more progress towards getting this dissertation completed. Thus, I am moving forward positively. On a side note, I will NOT be having Chai tea this late afternoon..........as I did yesterday, which then kept me awake far too late in the night, which made waking up this morning very painful. I think it might be a long day......at least long enough to make me wish I was in my warm bed with my covers wrapped around me.......Cheers.

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Duck

I heard this story in 2007 and it often is what keeps me centered. My post yesterday was choppy, but that is what happens when you try to recreate the impossible. I think that I will be coming here more frequently to share thoughts to get them out. Anyway, I often refer to myself as a duck, and this is why.


Charles Garfield shared this story with me and it has great meaning to me. Some days I need to be reminded of it!
The Duck
Donald Babcock

Now we’re ready to look at something pretty special. It’s a duck, riding the ocean a hundred feet beyond the surf. No it isn’t a gull. A gull always has a raucous touch about him. This is some sort of duck, and he cuddles in the swells.

He isn’t cold, and he is thinking things over. There is a big heaving in the Atlantic, and he is a part of it.

He looks a bit like a mandarin, or the Lord Buddha meditating under the Bo tree.

But he has hardly enough above the eyes to be a philosopher. He has poise, however, which is what philosophers must have.

He can rest while the Atlantic heaves, because he rests in the Atlantic.

Probably he doesn’t know how large the ocean is. And neither do you. But he realizes it.

And what does he do, I ask you? He sits down in it! He reposes in the immediate as if it were infinity – which it is. He has made himself a part of the boundless by easing himself into just where it touches him.

I like the duck. He doesn’t know much, but he’s got religion

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Hoping, wishing, waiting.............

I awoke with a deep sadness in my heart. I have done much thinking the last few days, I am hoping if I write it out, quite possibly it will help.

I suppose now is the time that I provide a warning. If you wish to continue reading further, please do so at your own risk. Much of what I write may sound like self pity, or whining, or any other number of negative things and it may just be too much information for you to know about me. I just need a place to put it all, and since very few people ever come here and read....it feels like the safest place to put it.

So yesterday I was out with my husband popping around downtown Ann Arbor, enjoying the day with him and I was able to share part of this with him, but we get off track so easily, I wasn't really able to share the depth of what it is. We went into Falling Waters, which is one of my favorite stores. In the back they have hard covered journals. I needed a journal like I need another hole in my head, but I love them and so I always look at them. I found a journal that is illustrated with Rumi Poems, or at least pieces of them and when I opened the journal the first poem that I read said this:

Your way begins on the other side
Become the Sky
Take an axe to the prison wall
Escape
Walk out like someone suddenly born of color
Do it now.

When I read this, it jumped off the page to me, tears filled my eyes. I had to buy it. We are on a tight budget at the moment as we save to pay for the sectional that we ordered from Ethan Allen, so when I told my husband that I had to buy this, he said,,,,,,what? Than of course he didn't object. I purchased a $20 journal that I really didn't need.......but I had to. That really ended our day I think. As we were walking to the car, I said something about buying a $20 journal spoiled the day and he said, it is a journal? Not a book? That seemed to make it even more ridiculous that I bought this. I said to him, somehow, I had to buy it, or I would cry. He doesn't deny me anything, so he wouldn't say anything, but I am fairly certain that he thought this was beyond a little strange, but then again, most of what I say and do in the last few months has been beyond a little strange.

So. I am tired, as in, I can sleep. All the time. I was thinking it was all of this depression crap.........now I think it might be something else, something more physical. I plan to make a physician appointment to at least check that out. The trouble with that is she will say that stress will make one tired.......my whole life has been stress......this is different.

Have you ever heard the song by Citizen Cope - Sideways.

SHIT! I wrote an entire post and I lost it. This is all that was saved. UGH!

Ok The song by citizen cope, Sideways







This song resonates with me, it says what my soul says.........these feeelings won't go away, they been knocking me sideways............It is something deep within my soul, something that is very difficult to describe, but there nevertheless.

There are people in this world that just have an easy life, it isn't anything that they have done to make it that way, it just is their fate. There are other people in this world who just have a hard life. Once again, it isn't anything that they have done, it just is their fate. I am the latter. My life has been hard. I have had to fight for everything. This can go different ways for different people. But having a hard life, has made me a fighter.
That song by some pop artist where the chorus says, "it makes me that much stronger, makes me work a little bit harder, makes me that much wiser, so thanks for making me a fighter.... made me learn a little bit faster, made my skin a little bit thicker, made me a little bit smarter.....I wouldn't know, how capable I am to pull through.........." I think pretty much says what a fighter is who has a hard life.

I do want to be clear on one thing here. I don't hate my life. I have 4 very real reasons to love my life. My 3 kids and my husband. They are what make me want to be alive, what make me realize that I am suppose to be here and that I have contributed something to this world.

So, the next song by Rob Thomas, My My My..........also speaks truth to my soul. It touches on the sadness that I feel, yet reveals my desire to move past that and be sure that I leave my mark on the world through more than just my children........












Trying to recreate what your soul has written is impossible. For me, writing it is part of putting it out in the universe, to be heard and for me to move on from, but part of it is that I need to read the words again, I need to feel what I feel again, see it in writing and know it is out there in the universe, thus, this feeble attempt to recreate the impossible.

There is so much emotion for me, sitting so close to the surface. Tears come to my eyes so easily, more easy than I think that they should.

I think part of my sadness is grief. Grief for a little girl that never grew up that lives inside of me. My earliest verbal memory is that no body loves me and everybody hates me. What small little girl believes that??? Something happened to me at a pre verbal stage, something that I am certain was not meant to hurt me, but it happened and it was my defining moment. I have spent my life feeling like no one could like me. Yet, many people do like me, although I rarely let anyone get close to me.

I think that I also am grieving for the fact that I will be 50 years old this year. My body is not 18 any longer......etc. I think that I need to accept that I will be different physically, but that doesn't have to be worse or better, just different.

That might cover it. I may need to wrap it up a bit, I will see after I read it.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Sleeping

I slept for nearly 24 hours in the last 24 hours. I am tired right now. It was a huge waste of time and I don't think I gained much from it. I want to be able to spill my thoughts out......I just don't have time. Maybe later.........

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Impending Doom

Have you ever had a feeling of impending doom? I can't shake this feeling. In part it may be due to work and the unreal situations that I have found myself this past year. The last 3 months in particular, have really pushed me beyond the limits. I don't know what else to say at this moment. I thought writing would be therapeutic it doesn't seem to be helping.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Married!

I never thought that I would be married again. I thought I was just happy living my life and then......BOOM......I find the perfect man for me and POOF.......we elope to Vegas and get married (we were together for 2.5 years before we went to Vegas, so it wasn't that spontaneous!) I am very happy......and even better.......HE is very happy.......Amazing how good that feels to know that someone loves you so much that marrying you makes them so happy......I feel very loved!