From Me to Life:You Talkin’ to Me?
December 3, 2007 by sagefever
Well it is that time of year again for me folks~ life wants to suck the breath out of me, and I am glaring back asking: “you talking to me?”
All around me madness seems to be the norm, lives are being taken to serve peace, lives are taken because they are “inconvenient”, and the way to get respect is to take it by force rather than earn it by word and deed. For each small step forward, we seem to take a giant leap backwards~ and yet this is no child’s game of Simon Says. I read where they have developed a prosthetic that will have the sense of touch~ and wonder why this world blows up bodies so that this is even a need? A mother confesses the beating death of her small child ~ for the lack of “please”. The severely disabled orphans found by our troops in such a sorry state~ are revisited, and though they are found fed, clothed, two are dead from dysentery. Dysentery juxtaposed with a fake limb that can feel….
In 15 days, the “anniversary” of my beloved son, Kelsey, arrives. Nine months before marked the passing of my sunshine, Chris. It has been three years and why I still stand is beyond me.
Each time that I tell myself that I
Think I’ve had enough
I want to show you a Woman can be tough
Come on, come on, come on
Take another piece of my heart; take another little piece of my heart
Now this week my rock, my friend, my sister in spirit disclosed she has serious heart problems.
Some lives seem to trip along, all gossamer and shine~ mine was never one of those. Bruised, bloodied, and scared both inside and out. Again once more into the fray…with a nod to the fragile beauty of it all.
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There are not enough of the right kind of words to help you feel any better. But I will say that on some level, I understand. I lost a daughter over 16 years ago in a car accident. I feel your pain, especially at this time of the year. And just a week or so ago, I went to the home town of a friend that I held as he took his last breath on a battlefield in Vietnam. I send prayers for peace in your heart, if only for one moment, I wish it so. We survive because it is our path. We don’t get to choose it, but it is the one we are on. When you see those that appear to be all gossamer and shine, remember that somewhere, at some time, you will be shining again. Time for them goes by real fast. Remember, they love and miss us too. They are all waiting for us on the other side.
Ahhhhh, Janis.
Down on me, down on me,
Looks like everybody in this whole round world
They’re down on me.
Peace to All.
Thank you~I know I am not alone on many levels…and apparently will get used to loss. I am a fighter at heart,but this season is a difficult one to deal with.Peace as always and in all ways.
Sagefever..remember this poem I included in one of your posts? I read it this weekend at a memorial I attended in San Diego;
Grief
by Gwen Flowers
I had my own notion of grief.
I thought it was the sad time
That followed the death of someone you love.
And you had to push through it
To get to the other side.
But I’m learning there is no other side.
There is no pushing through.
But rather,
There is absorption.
Adjustment.
Acceptance.
And grief is not something you complete,
But rather, you endure.
Grief is not a task to finish
And move on,
But an element of yourself-
An alteration of your being.
A new way of seeing.
A new definition of self.