FINDING PEACE

 FINDING PEACE 

I write this morning because I am trying to find peace in my heart.  Everything seems to be  discombobulated!  Distracting, like the amount of time it took to find how to spell discombobulated!  

Each of us have stories to tell.  However, I for one need to be at peace to do so. I want to pour words out. But sometimes it isn't that easy.  Opening oneself from the soul sometimes doesn't feel very good.  But our stories are who we are and each of us have a unique story to tell. In my case, I open myself in my words, so that others may feel free to do so as well. 

I read something recently that pretty much sums it up. "Sometimes we may even find ourselves being impetuously busy, as if this were the way to justify our existence." I find it incredibly hard to do nothing...to just be. But have learned that to just be is sometimes enough for the weary soul.  I am a work in progress on this, hoping someday I shall be successful.

And lastly it occurred to me as I have begun my blog once again, that each of us has a story to tell to be at peace with ourselves. Why?  Because our story is who we are!!

Please share the blog address with others, and please let me know you are there and finding some peace in the words.

 

TUNING OUT THE NOISE!!!

Intriguing title huh? I had first written the title, "Listening to Your Life."  If you are not quite sure what it entails, you are not alone.  It certainly isn't as easy as it may sound.  Or in the alternative is, as they say, it just might be a 'piece of cake'.  

The pandemic has given much, too much, time to think.  To reflect, to wonder what ever happened to the rainbows being chased.  Whatever happened to the life envisioned.  Whatever happened to the ones I loved who chose to not love me back or right or ever.

Writing invites me to pay attention!  Pay attention to what you might wonder. Well some of my words remain silent, while some are all too noisy.  It is in being able to tell the difference that makes all the difference.  And this just may be where the truth is found or where life begins anew.

Some of us may go into a hole to nurse our wounds.  And some of us may sit down at the computer and bleed, opening our souls to life as it is, wondering how we can pull ourselves out of the abyss. For as hard as we may try we remain somewhat buried. Some fill their days and nights with busy work, running from place to place. Peace is found in solitude.  God is found in solitude.

As Eric Hoffer said "It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise." And I keep remembering Julia Camera in the Right to Write saying, "Happiness is not only a mood.  It is a decision."

I often find myself reaching for a hand I cannot touch, and I say a prayer. All too often these prayers come with tears attached. But suddenly I realize that there is a huge difference between being alone and lonely.

So many today are cell phone attached, connected to everyone but themselves.  I choose to not be one of them. If you like my blog please let me know and spread the word.  Perhaps, just perhaps, it might be helpful to some. 

And please try to give of yourself, your time. Call someone and talk.  It will mean so much more than an impersonal text message.  I know.

 

 

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LISTENING TO YOUR LIFE

Intriguing title huh?  If you are not quite sure what it means, you are not alone.  It isn't as easy as it may sound.  Or in the alternative it is, as they say, or it could be a "piece of cake."

The pandemic has given many much, too much, time to think. To reflect, to wonder what ever happened to the rainbows being chased. What ever happened to lives envisioned? Whatever happened to the ones I loved who chose to not love me back or right or ever?

Writing invites me to pay attention! Pay attention to what you might wonder.  Well some of  my words remain silent while some are all too noisy. It is in the telling the difference that makes all the difference. And this just may be where the truth is found or where life begins anew.

Some of us may go into a hole to nurse our wounds. And some of us may sit down at the computer and bleed, opening our souls to life as it is, wondering how we can pull ourselves out of the abyss. 

WHAT BLESSES YOU WITH HOPE

 

WHAT BLESSES YOU WITH HOPE

I guess I am not too unlike some of you.  Being alone for much of my adult life, I have had to be self sufficient.  Sometimes this has been a good thing and sometimes an ugly and huge struggle.  My walls and defenses have fallen away today, as I begin another blog and write once again. I hope I remember how. But most of all I hope you find solace and a starting place and a step forward in a time and place that can be very bleak.

I would like to have you suggest topics.  Your struggles, concerns, and how you trudge through to the other side can be a starting place.