Life

Dear Friends,

You know when life keeps coming at you like an AKA-47? Well, that’s what it’s been like here. I’ve missed writing for “fun” and with my blogoversary coming up in a couple days I’m feeling the pressure to write–something–anything from my heart. Any of you going through some trying moments, days, months, years–I feel you.

Good thing there’s this little thing that Emily Dickinson writes about:  “Hope is the thing with feathers/That perches in the soul . . . .”

So for anyone else waiting for “news” for a loved one (or yourself) and praying, wishing, believing for the best–know you’re not alone. We’re all out here in cyber space together–holding virtual hands.

Life can be a series of “whys” with only a “because” for an answer. We do our best to live in the now and appreciate everything and everyone good in our lives.

I’ll leave you with a quote that has spoken to me and I’ll be seeing you all soon.

The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. 
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now 
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
~J. R. R. Tolkien

Sincerely,

Pamela

Parental Love Musings

Yesterday was my Christmas with my children.  They returned after being gone for a couple of weeks and I was grateful.  I looked at them in wonder. . .I gave birth to these two, beautiful, young adults??? It’s hard to believe.  Seems like so long ago.  No matter how much time keeps those big and little hands moving, no matter how much we are together or apart, when it comes down to it, nothing really changes.  We’re a family.  Families, despite sabotage attempts or psychological warfare, survive because you can’t kill love.

Some people try to.  They mask their insecurities and fears through talking smack about others, lying, trying to buy others’ affections.  These people believe, in their alternate realities, that love can be smothered, traded, stabbed, shot, bought.  What they don’t realize is that love is eternal, infinite, impenetrable.  Love is and always will be.  So, these militant, bitter individuals can keep at it. . .stockpiling their arsenals, detonating bombs, attempting through charm to deceive.  Some of these people receive wake-up calls and ignore the flashing, red lights and ear shattering buzzers.

To these individuals, I say, love isn’t going anywhere, any time soon.  Might as well open your hearts to it.  Let it fill those holes that need plugging.  Maybe, in the process, you might uncover joy.  Then, there will be no going back to the darkness, the bitterness, the hate.

Unconditional love sandwiched between respect and compassion make for some fantastic soul food.  My kids receive this.  From me.  Have since they were babies.  While, at times, they might not like me because I don’t give in to their every whim, tough.  Those of us ,who had involved, caring parents growing up, respect and love our moms and dads who were quick to apologize and not afraid to say no.  Kids grow up.  They’ll get it, eventually.  Time will be the great eye opener.  My kids will see clearly how much I have adored them, do adore them.  They will understand that love doesn’t die.  Expressions of it might differ but it’s not going anywhere.  Love is, was, and always will be.

How to Survive a Bombing

Bombs get dropped daily.  Some affect small surface areas, some impact large areas, some hit very near cores.

How to survive a bombing:

  1. Remain calm (easier said than done)
  2. Take cover under a sturdy object (like a neutral expression)
  3. Be prepared to evacuate (if the situation escalates)
  4. Remember there are still people who could want to do you harm (there are also people who don’t intentionally want to do you harm but harm you anyway)
  5. Stay away from anything that could implode on you (impossible when emotions are involved)
  6. Deal with the aftermath (whether you want to or not)

Remember that bombings often occur when you are least prepared and don’t expect them.  No matter what preparations you made beforehand, they will present with the element of surprise.  Don’t blame yourself.  There was nothing you could do to prevent them. Pick up the bloodied pieces and stitch yourself back together.  You will survive.