Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Pain filled by Peace

For the last several months I knew that our newest little granddaughter was facing horrible odds.  Our doctor son let us know that her chances of living a day were slim to none.  He was right.  Our sweet tiny granddaughter lived less than an hour.  The weekend before I thought I came to terms with her brief stay on Earth.  Knowing what was coming my heart still shattered.  Unlike past experiences, I felt the pain.  I was devastated by the overwhelming effort to keep going with one foot in front of the other.  Allowing myself to mourn was part of my plan.  I cried.  Deep in mourning I felt the Comforter promised in the scriptures.  I felt the sweet whispering of peace while I felt the heartache of loss.  I ached for the sorrow of our son and daughter-in-law.  I had no words that could comfort.  I felt comforted but I don't know how to share that comfort.  I pray for them.  I weep at odd moments like finding a layette pattern for knitting baby out fits with a pink fluffy dress on the cover.  I put it away.  Again the peace promised by Christ soothed my aching heart.  I learned that peace does not deaden or numb the pain like disassociation does.  Instead it makes the pain bearable.  I am deeply thankful to those that offer support and prayers during our time of grief.  I am totally amazed the impact of one tiny life that lived less than one hour. 


Thursday, February 8, 2018

Wanna' Be a Bear

Years ago I saw a cute meme explaining why I wanna' be a bear.  Sleep all winter, people expect you to be grumpy when you wake up, don't need to shave, and when I wake up I can eat as much as I want because I need to get fat for next winter's sleep.  Works for me.  

Hearts break

and the heart keeps beating.  Lives shatter and the pieces are all about.  When do you put things all together and then everything falls apart again.  Its called living.  Living loud and clear and hurting and growing.  I lived a twilight life.  I prefer to be totally alive, pain mingled with joy. 

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Different perspecitves

Every once in a while I am directed to videos that I feel come close to how I feel about emotions.  This time there were 2. 

Ideas about emotion. The gift and power of emotional courage.  https://www.ted.com/talks/susan_david_the_gift_and_power_of_emotional_courage?utm_source=newsletter_daily&utm_campaign=daily&utm_medium=email&utm_content=button__2018-01-30  
I did a search and ordered her book.  Emotional Agility, I'm looking forward to it coming later this month.   

This video followed the other one.  I enjoyed it too.

Both videos touched on ideas that I feel connected to.  Spending most of my life without a connection to my emotions, makes emotions so much more precious to me. 

I learned that when I worry, I plan ahead.  If no one was worried why would the need to plan ahead or prepare for the future?

Without fear, there is no need for courage.  It is only in the darkness of fear that courage shines so brightly. 

Without discomfort people would settle and stay right where they are with little or no growth.  An uncomfortable person is looking for something different and is more open to invention and change. 

All those pesky emotions become the germinators for positive things in life, if I let them.

Wall I painted when there wasn't enough of any one color. I loved doing this at work. 

Monday, January 29, 2018


Editing to do....

My sister is an author of Christian romance.  I get the privilege of helping with editing.  A new book came tonight.  Chapter 3 I am loving the story.  I feel such joy that her talent is shared.  http://laurelhawkes.blogspot.com/ 
Laurel Hawkes is her pen name. I love that she shares her stories with me.  Sometimes we talk about her characters while walking at the park on Saturdays.  I wonder what people over hearing us think we are talking about people in an actual place besides the stories in her mind.

I get to photograph her covers for the self published books.  One of mine:


Sunday, January 28, 2018


I was having an awesome day.  I started the morning baking a birthday cake for our granddaughter.  I was on a roll, dishes were done, blog was written, then off to church.  Great meeting, I went to another meeting about 40 minutes in my body felt overheated and lousy....I tried to push through, my body betrayed me.  My mind shrieked I had 3-5 minutes to get home.  Fortunately church is less than 5 minutes from home which is a good thing.  I walked in the door, I didn't have time to take off my glasses or take out my hearing aides and my body collapsed and I was asleep in a kind of nap that feels like I am drugged.  Crumbs.  Such plans, tossed out the window.  I was so disappointed.  I was barely moving by the time family arrived for dinner.  Thankful our son helped finish things up and the meal was ready.  My body does this on a regular basis.  It is so frustrating for me.  I want to love my body but I hate the constant feeling of betrayal.  I've known since I was 15 that my body and I were not friends.  My goal is to make peace with my body and today was a big disappointment.  Heavy sigh.  Tomorrow is another day.