1st January 2014
Since two years ago when this blog ended and for many a year before that, there has and had been physical, mental and emotional upheaval, melodrama and ill-health one episode on top of another.
I never faced up to that! I often camouflaged my own truths. I even told lies! Sometimes, one couldn't see or feel where the wound was! So how could one heal? However, in intervening moments there were many positive events glueing 'it' together, but not seamlessly.
It has taken a while to understand grief and bereavement that does not necessarily arise from death.
On reflection, I mourned not having a childhood with hugs and demonstrative love. I didn't achieve aspirations that my music teacher had for me, but I found the correct level of my abilities.
I was successful. I grieved over a failed marriage. I mourned the loss of a foetus. I mourned when children 'grew up' and flew the nest. I did my best under the circumstances! I worked/studied hard without enough playtime, in times of poverty, and yet, with support I invested wisely to be where I am today with a little help from friends. I was desolate at the loss of a career to which I was devoted. I mourned the loss of womanhood which happens to many of us! It had a greater impact than I ever realised. I was bereft when I moved from my beautiful house that had been lovingly restored by hands of one I loved. Rootless. Restless. I was LOSTINFRANCE even when I bought my own property again in which to shelter me and my belongings. I mourn the loss of youth and pretend I am 16, 26, 36, etcetera...
All that in my life was absolutely necessary so that I would face life, step up, grow up, increase my independence.
All that hid the makings of who I really am.
All that has brought me to where I am today.
All that was because from time to time people had faith in me when I didn't.
All that was because along the journey there were those who loved me for those moments in time.
All the tears of years has taken a huge emotional toll on my being, emotional damage, emotional outpourings to friends and family. Although not completely under control, my tears pour forth at angers, frustrations, overwhelming happinesses and sadnesses, be they mine or belonging to others. I am an emotional person and proud of it! Laughter is in my life to remind me about the absurdities of life. I try to love those who I think have wronged me. I try to love those who loved me. I try to love those who enter my personal space. I try hard to treat others as I would wish to be treated.
It doesn't always work out as I would like. I am imperfect.
When an adult cries it is because the inner child is asking to be healed, asking to be loved and understood because some event / words / action has caused the inner child to feel insecure, rejected, abandoned, confused, unloved......
When a child cries does one shout at it in anger?
When a child cries does one isolate it from humanity and love?
When a child cries does one criticize and blame it for weaknesses and faults and being incapable of dealing with whatever is the unknowing cause of unhappiness?
When a child cries do we belittle it, make it feel small and insignificant with our dominance in an attempt to show it who is boss, who is in control?
No... one gives it hugs and L-O-V-E and attempts to support the negativity and change that into positive elements.
One door closes and others open... and so it is so...
Opportunity arises from every adversity.
Suffering makes one stronger.
Sometimes we fight against what is not good for us, believing that it is good.
We hang on like limpets when it is better to flow with the tide.
Sometimes we scuttle backwards and forwards over the same sand but without progress along the strand!
It is better to be a free bird than caged where wings are pinioned, feathers are dilapidated, preventing the lark from ascending!!!!!!!
I learned that I have been a slow learner. I've needed to be still, to have time and the opportunity to reflect and count blessings. It's hard to define but I certainly have learned that no one is going to take away from me ever again my independence. I have learned to be proud of my body and know that I own the power of Woman.
I might amend the above... I'll see... but what I write is true and I write it for me and no one else......
Since two years ago when this blog ended and for many a year before that, there has and had been physical, mental and emotional upheaval, melodrama and ill-health one episode on top of another.
I never faced up to that! I often camouflaged my own truths. I even told lies! Sometimes, one couldn't see or feel where the wound was! So how could one heal? However, in intervening moments there were many positive events glueing 'it' together, but not seamlessly.
It has taken a while to understand grief and bereavement that does not necessarily arise from death.
On reflection, I mourned not having a childhood with hugs and demonstrative love. I didn't achieve aspirations that my music teacher had for me, but I found the correct level of my abilities.
I was successful. I grieved over a failed marriage. I mourned the loss of a foetus. I mourned when children 'grew up' and flew the nest. I did my best under the circumstances! I worked/studied hard without enough playtime, in times of poverty, and yet, with support I invested wisely to be where I am today with a little help from friends. I was desolate at the loss of a career to which I was devoted. I mourned the loss of womanhood which happens to many of us! It had a greater impact than I ever realised. I was bereft when I moved from my beautiful house that had been lovingly restored by hands of one I loved. Rootless. Restless. I was LOSTINFRANCE even when I bought my own property again in which to shelter me and my belongings. I mourn the loss of youth and pretend I am 16, 26, 36, etcetera...
All that in my life was absolutely necessary so that I would face life, step up, grow up, increase my independence.
All that hid the makings of who I really am.
All that has brought me to where I am today.
All that was because from time to time people had faith in me when I didn't.
All that was because along the journey there were those who loved me for those moments in time.
All the tears of years has taken a huge emotional toll on my being, emotional damage, emotional outpourings to friends and family. Although not completely under control, my tears pour forth at angers, frustrations, overwhelming happinesses and sadnesses, be they mine or belonging to others. I am an emotional person and proud of it! Laughter is in my life to remind me about the absurdities of life. I try to love those who I think have wronged me. I try to love those who loved me. I try to love those who enter my personal space. I try hard to treat others as I would wish to be treated.
It doesn't always work out as I would like. I am imperfect.
When an adult cries it is because the inner child is asking to be healed, asking to be loved and understood because some event / words / action has caused the inner child to feel insecure, rejected, abandoned, confused, unloved......
When a child cries does one shout at it in anger?
When a child cries does one isolate it from humanity and love?
When a child cries does one criticize and blame it for weaknesses and faults and being incapable of dealing with whatever is the unknowing cause of unhappiness?
When a child cries do we belittle it, make it feel small and insignificant with our dominance in an attempt to show it who is boss, who is in control?
No... one gives it hugs and L-O-V-E and attempts to support the negativity and change that into positive elements.
One door closes and others open... and so it is so...
Opportunity arises from every adversity.
Suffering makes one stronger.
Sometimes we fight against what is not good for us, believing that it is good.
We hang on like limpets when it is better to flow with the tide.
Sometimes we scuttle backwards and forwards over the same sand but without progress along the strand!
It is better to be a free bird than caged where wings are pinioned, feathers are dilapidated, preventing the lark from ascending!!!!!!!
I learned that I have been a slow learner. I've needed to be still, to have time and the opportunity to reflect and count blessings. It's hard to define but I certainly have learned that no one is going to take away from me ever again my independence. I have learned to be proud of my body and know that I own the power of Woman.
I might amend the above... I'll see... but what I write is true and I write it for me and no one else......
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