Solitude


Solitude becomes friendly
Alonman-mountain-solitudeeness not at all loneliness

Quiet delivers peace
Silence with careful reflection

Seclusion provides communion
Emptiness filled with careful prayer

Separateness from life’s pace
Withdrawal allows time to release

Listening to nothingness
Lacking all commotion of routines

Sounds explored never before
Searching ears answered with tranquility

A gift all can receive
Willingness needing only a pause

Solitude becomes friendly
Aloneness not at all loneliness

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Smell the Roses


So much time wasted on worry
Years of not seeing what was in front of me
Constant tribulation about what the future held
Never to stop and appreciate living in the present

So much out of our control
We can work hard and make changes along the way
Are these changes that are meant to be, I wonder
Never to stop and appreciate living in the present

So many what ifs this or that happens
So many tears, despair, and hurt from disappointment
Clouding all possibilities of accomplished dreams
Never to stop and appreciate living in the present

What’s done is done, nothing can be changed now
There are no guarantees of another day
There can be no predicting or manipulating the future
It is time to stop and appreciate living in the present

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Action


The state of our world
I cringe
Hunger, violence, homelessness, bullying
I cry
Human beings need compassion
I seek
The rich get richer, the poor poorer
I shake
What if the abundance of funds were funneled
I wonder
What if greed no longer existed
I smile
Will never happen, but so many could be helped
I know
What if we could trust our politicians
I ask
What if there was honesty and less corruption
I jump

Action is needed over talk

People killing each other
Evil all around goodness
Will never be gone
This is human nature
Is it possible to take the compassion
With action to stamp out some evil
I hope
I pray
I take action

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Man vs. Woman


From the side I stare
Covering is beautiful
Red, gold, and floral
Pillows thrown over
Many sizes, all matching
Searching the vision I seek

A place of comfort
for rest and love
Slide into as darkness appears
Crawl out with the morning sun
This day is incomplete
Without the order I crave

Observing my special gem
Wincing with frustration and knowing
Not straight, not as it should be
Not hidden, a bit of tan
Crooked and peeking out
The peace I seek eludes

Organization often a woman’s need
Tidiness, cleanliness, perfection
Leaves me with satisfaction
Security of the nest I love
Pride and pleasure abound
Silliness of the highest degree

Today I scowl
Unevenness and disarray
He made it so, such a good man
giving and hardworking
Remembers little of small
Necessary details I so require

My heart swells with love
Joyous sensation washes over me
The thought of all he does
Perfect father, no sacrifice
Too small, lovely husband
Wanting and needing to please

Leaves me with wonder
Although the answer is known
Not the same care and respect
For the sanctuary I crave

Learn and abide not his will
Fulfill my unreasonable request
Time taken, check it twice
Preserve my cozy treasure

Just make the bed correctly!
bed

Faith


Rules, authority, guilt
The Bible says
How am I to be certain?

Rituals, symbols, sin
Father teaches us
Can a priest be trusted?

Love, grace, acceptance
All beautiful ideas
Should we believe the unseen?

Churches, tithing, scandal
Sometimes go together
Why corruption in the world?

Creation, beauty, wonder
Glorious to behold
Where can I share my convictions?

Faith, love, all-knowing
Gives internal peace
What will you do for salvation?

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Difficult Beginnings – Life Experiences


I cannot say that writing is coming easily to me now. I’m a bit discouraged and  know why. I am never going to write the next great novel. I can admit I am not an accomplished writer and have to stop thinking in terms of being great. I have to just practice writing daily. If a book comes together, all the better.

I always thought I would write nonfiction. I never really had an interest in writing fiction because I did not know if I was creative enough. You know, there are a lot of books out there and many stories to tell; I just need to begin telling the ones that come to me, good, bad, true, untrue.. It’s all practice and a way to find our voice.

I am going to write a bit of nonfiction here. It is about me and is not wrapped in shiny paper and pretty ribbons. It’s sad, but true. It is also happy and inspirational in some ways.

It is my hope to provide inspiration and support to young, beautiful girls who have not discovered this in themselves yet.

It happened so suddenly, I cannot even remember going from one state to another. All I remember is it began in third grade. I was eight years old and suddenly gained weight, a lot of weight. It was extremely noticeable in old school pictures that I love to look at now, but used to hate.

It was like being on a rollercoaster that could not be stopped. The weight just kept coming and my problem became more dire every year.

I often wonder if there was some kind of trauma. I’ve had years of therapy due to my difficult younger years, but have never found answers. Perhaps I just ate too much, but when? How?

I was one out of eight children, all raised the same. I was the only one who had this problem and my parents did not know how to handle it. They loved me. My siblings loved me. I could not love myself and began to identify my worth by my weight. For example, I remember those terrible days in school. Our school nurse needed to weigh us and check our height. Each year, she would jot down the results in some file and it was awful. In fifth grade, ten years old, I weighed in at a whopping 157 pounds. I remember that because it was traumatic. To put it in perspective, I am now 57 years old and I weigh about 159. I am now taller, but not by much. I am  5’3,” so I have always been some what short in stature with the roundness of an apple.

Our family was middle-class and we had everything we needed, especially for a family of ten living in a small home. We all ate the same foods, not the best by today’s standards but we had beans, rice, potatoes, ground beef, chicken, and Mexican food often since that was our culture. Our parents used to buy a few snacks once in a while, but kept them in a box up high in a closet, rationing them to make them last. We had some fruits and vegetables, but my parents were raising eight children and feeding all of us was expensive. They found ways to make it all stretch. Unfortunately, it was not the healthiest diet, but not terrible either.

As far as exercise, I played softball and ran around the neighborhood with neighbor children. We rode bikes and walked further away from home than children do today. It was a different time. We could roam the neighborhood, hang out at friends’ houses, walk to the store, and explore our world.without worry and we did, especially during the summer months.

Our schooling was the same. We all went to 13 years of Catholic school and had many friends from the same families. It was not unusual to see large Catholic families back then. We were a tight-knit group, a well-respected good family.

Of course, there was no perfection in my upbringing, but it was normal. We tested the boundaries, sometimes getting caught, others times not. It really was a lovely way to grow up. To this day, my siblings are all close. Unfortunately, both parents are gone, but their memories live on in each of us.

I’ve asked myself many times, “How does one child out of eight develop such a problem that lasts a lifetime?” Genetics? Could I be the only one to receive this gene? Trauma? Yes, there was some. I can write about those another time, but was this the cause? I have a theory, but that’s all it is.

My youngest sibling was born when I was eight. I had four younger siblings in all, but my baby sister was especially loved and cared for. Not that the rest of us were not, but the baby was more coddled and protected by everyone. Could the problem had been simply losing some affection and attention from my mother because there were other children who needed it more?

My mother’s last pregnancy was not easy. I do not know the specifics. I was too young, however, I know my mother had a full hysterectomy right after the last birth. The poor woman’s body just couldn’t take it anymore after so many births. She may have been sick for a while and unable to care for us the way she normally did. I really do not remember details.

My baby sister also was not well and spent a little extra time in the hospital. She recovered after a rough start and life went on.

I seem to remember having feelings of jealousy over the baby, but also having deep love for her too. To this day, I feel very close to her and definitely still protective. Could I have had problems reconciling the two emotions at once? I may never know the answers and wonder if it is even necessary to seek them at this point. The past is behind me. There is nothing I can do today to change it. I can only live in the present and hope for the future.

After going up and down in weight for most of my life, I have worked hard to change my lifestyle. I have been successful in many ways. As a retired teacher, I now spend my time taking care of myself and my family. I have little stress in my daily life and do what I enjoy. I am a happier person because of it.

The biggest change of all of this is in the way I feel about myself today. I had such self-hatred and low self-esteem for so long. I felt unworthy for many years. My life was always clouded by this one issue. I gave so much power to the number on the scale and let it identify my worth. If I had the issue under control, I was a better person. If I did not, I was unlovable. How I perceived life back then was very unfair and incorrect.

There are many stories to my life, some very sad, but there are joyous ones too. Today, I focus on the positive. I have definitely learned to love myself without letting imperfections overshadow the good in me.

Life is still a struggle at times for different reasons, but I have learned many lessons.

The bitterness of life can turn into sweet honey.

Busy Writing


Good news! I have some ideas flowing for a book. Things may be quiet for awhile because I am doing research and an outline. These things do not come easily to me, so it is taking some time. Just stopping by to say hello and let you know,

Yes, I am writing.