6/2/1977…I read this in my junior high school yearbook and smiled.
6/2/2019….When he was put in a critical thinking scenario, the whistling began as a coping mechanism. The subject was unpleasant so he was attempting to birdcall it off.
Many of you hate it. Today I embrace it as I sit in the back of a car with my son Luke. He is happy with his autism always giving me a child in an adult’s body. We both sense an awareness of contentment as the radio softly nurtures us with a melody of love and joy.
In the front seat my youngest son discusses life with his dad. He pauses to look back at me smiling and gently puts his hand on my knee.
I put mine over his. He is home from classes for a short week. Summer will be over soon.
My heart is full in these moments. These are them tucked away in my memories. Nothing can steal this time. I feel filled up with all I need.
Traffic is all around, but I am not driving. All is well on my road.
Something cool happened to me yesterday. Keep reading for the awesomeness vibes you are about to uncover here!
Imagine a world without hurt. Everytime I turn around lately, the world’s a bit more cold, distant, aloof. The pain is palpable.
I am full of life and know this feeling comes from deep within. It is a blessing from God. I know when I crash, however, it can be as if my breath is taken away from me.
Last night I attended Neil Diamond’s 50th anniversary concert here in Seattle. I loved every minute. After the concert, my friends and I stuck around the venue late walking around. A medic working with the musicians came up to us and asked me specifically if I was a big fan. I said yes. Before I knew it he handed me the oxygen mask Neil Diamond utilized right before he came back onstage to give his encore.
Random, don’t ya think? It was very sweet of him. It was a breath of fresh air figuratively for me and physically for our star. I wonder what I should do with it. I need your ideas!!!! I am one happy girl right now.
Ode to Diary Input on Valentine’s Day, 1999
Recently I read from an old journal of mine. Â My diary depicted a smart gal with more positivity a person could muster. Â There was no facebook, twitter, youtube, amazon or even google. There was just a lonely gal writing.
Problems are mixed up. Â Some are easy to deal with. Â Others are not. Â The heavier the conflict, the more noticeable my frailties would come to light.
Lately I have been experiencing a bad round of chronic pain that is not well controlled with my regular medications. It is frustrating to live with this. I have been to more doctors lately, but I leave their offices more depressed. Doctors give too many pills as the answer.
I have a goal with all my physical issues and it is to maintain my happiness despite my pain.  One other important aspect for me is to continually look  for current modalities in overcoming my discomfort.  The other option is finding a distraction  to get through the ongoing pain. Perhaps a distraction is being with your partner enjoying each other. This distraction can come from friends too.
The development in some circles in medicine is to ID more precise medicine treatments. This can be done by studying one’s individual genetics. This tool is the future. What do some of you think? I believe potential breakthroughs are around the corner. Â Now that puts a smile on my face.
“This is heavy…” He was right.
“Yeah.” The flowers helped me concentrate on something else. Her death was heavy. His perspective was ..”death is final. That’s it.” I didn’t see it that way. 
The curtains to the “other” side was torn down for her. Windows were opened when she took her last breath. My view is my friend’s death was a setting free. Not an end, but a new beginning.
There is no forgetting her. Family will not. Nor will friends. Nature will keep her alive in my mind. My concentration is on God’s natural beauty while I remember. Released from the earthly pain, I catch my breath.
Today is all I have and will make it count. Ready for a day for God to show me the sun as I walk and smell the roses for her.
Memorial Day was quiet year. No shopping. No festivities. No struggles either.
As an Army veteran, spending time in the military was good for me. I did not realize it at times, but glad now. This plaque sums up how all of us should be committed to not dumbing down America.
Consider hard about an individual assessment. To self-evaluate ones characteristics can be a successful strategy. The best advice I can give from self-learning is to slow down. Age may have accomplished that for me. I prefer straight shooters, not those who live their lives unable to challenge themselves.
As a blog writer, I am not into writing for just anyone. I am into it for me. We have free speech ( thank a soldier here would apply) and I am damn glad of it.
It is good though when I hear from readers about how a certain post has inspired. I just passed my five year mark with writing. Its a true labor of love and I like to think my personality matters in my words to you.
I do not like fakes and have attempted to be an encourager. However, I do write in very deep lonely places, but it is in those writings I find my way back.
A friend gave me advice about being single. I liked it. The advice was about coming to terms with being alone. Coming to MY terms is a work in progress.
There will never be just one way to explain any given topic. If that were so, we would all be robots. The honesty factor can be in different colors, yet with the same truth.
Last week all hell broke loose with an issue dear to my heart. I am unable to discuss it fully on my blog. You know it is big when I can not even come up with the words.
How many times have you had a metaphor utilized by someone to translate what they are trying to communicate? Ministers love them in their sermons to help us achieve to that “higher” level. Even physicians pitch them to translate science.
How many of us have heard evidence based lingo? We all value the meaning behind what facts are known on any given subject. The question is do we need those facts thrown at us without some thought?
Transfer of information always brings to mind a childhood game of whispering in one friend’s ear and then another, etc until all have heard. What comes out at the end is always a good laugh.
What if the transfer of understanding goes amok? Communication 101 in college after all is more important than even I thought.
I am always full of questions . I wonder. I think. I wait . I need some answers. Maybe you do too. I hear ya. Is a miracle around the corner? I hope.
It’s inevitable . Don’t count yourself out. No one wins in this battle.
She called me and voiced her concern. I said, “what’s the matter?”
“He asked me again how old I am.” Repeat. Rewind. Move forward. It was the advice I gave.
“Keep drinking your nightly glass of wine too!” That advice she liked. A lot .
Memory issues are ever present in my own devised, messy life. As a brain tumor survivor, I decided to do life as my will determines it to be. That can be complicated as well as simple. Never boring.
Then there is my autistic son . He has real issues remembering everyday life sequences. I try to make life fun for him. It really helps.
The problem I see with care takers is the isolation brought on by the inability to be out in society as much. My idea is we all need to help each other. Forgiving those that are losing their memory also is probably not what a care provider or family member wants to hear, but it’s the only way one can be.
For example, Caring for my son was days without sleep turning into countless years with sleep deprivation. My son turns 24 next week, 22 years I was the main provider. I had several helpers throughout the years and his dad was awesome, but most weighed heavy on my shoulders.
Routine also needs to be kept constant. I did not realize it until my son was born. I am mostly a spontaneous person and do not care for everything being the same day in and day out. Spontaneity was needed because my RN job caused me to have to document everything very closely by the clock. I sure did not want to do that with my personal life!
Written in memory of those who lost their battle with dementia.
A man chooses to walk out in a dangerous area of the North shore of Oahu.
I live in a bubble at times. We all do. It’s human nature. Reflecting about my time in Hawaii makes me feel free in my spirit and safe. I love tropical climates. I am sure the fact I lived here for several years attributes to these feelings. In the above photo, I enjoyed viewing this man who seemed to feel free getting close to the waves. Water is peaceful even when we know it’s dangerous…
Stumbling along in this life is not what we were intended to do. We have purpose. When given the opportunity , I can feel music in my body and dance the night away.
I have done that . Those nights of dancing can be so much fun. I am in control and enjoy myself in the rhythm. Music can control the mind. I wonder how much fun this surfer was experiencing on his longboard as he allowed the waves to control him as he surfed the direction the ocean was taking him.
Our mental state can take over our physical state. For example, if we hurt ( brain talking to us) we may take a pill to help this brain state. My chronic pain was so much better in the warm climate .
Enjoying Hawaii is always a spiritual uplifting experience for me. Hawaii is a benchmark for me getting in touch with my spiritual self.
We human persons are more than the sum of our parts. We have spirits that have the ability to think , feel, and can make conscious decisions. Respecting each other’s life decisions may mean we need to climb out of our bubble once in awhile. I know I do. Do you? Living in pain chronically makes me think on spiritual ideals as this post conveys. So much crisis and turmoil fill up our world these days. Sometimes removing our bubble can bring clarity.
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