Tag: wisdoms

Luna Marie – You Learn

You Learn-

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts,
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong.

And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.

Teach & Release

You will teach them to fly , but they will not fly your flight .

You will teach them to dream , but they will not dream your dream .

You will teach them to live , but they will not live your life .

Nevertheless , in every flight , in every life , in every dream , the print of the way you taught them will remain …

~ Mother Teresa ~

Artist Credit : JinWoo Kim

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Without Mother

“IF YOU ARE A WOMAN WITHOUT HER MOTHER

There will never be a day you don’t miss her.

Never a day, where you don’t wish you could hear her voice or ask for her advice just one more time.

There will never be a moment that you don’t regret all the times you screened her call, or missed a visit, simply because life was just too busy.

And now you realise busy is fake, it isn’t real.

She was real and she is gone.

And you are alone.

And the feeling of abandonment and loneliness is huge. Mind-blowing, no matter how loved or surrounded by family you may be.

None of it is her.

When the woman who brought you into this world is no longer here, it is a lonely place.

And you are now she.

You are now the one expected to guide, to discipline, to love, to handle everything, for everyone. And that is a shock.

But you got this.

Because she taught you well.

She made you right and she made you strong and she filled you with enough love to share around, even after she was gone.

So go on.

And make her proud.

And remember, look out for the little girl who still lives inside you somewhere, she misses her Mama very much.

Be kind.”

Words: Donna Ashworth

Art: Noelle Mirabella Photography

She Who Is : The Calling

This is one I am not going to even try to quantify – I feel strongly that either you’ll get it, or you won’t (although being my tribe, I do feel more of you fall more towards the former rather the latter). It’s also one that is so deeply personal, I hesitate in sharing it. Which is almost always an indicator that I should.

Where it comes from is some place beyond words, in the depth of me where the knowing resides. It is a song of the spirit that many of us hear, cosmic and born of stars, and it’s been with us since birth. It guides our lives and path, that we are here for something far greater, and many of us spend our entire lives seeking it out.

It is the search for the ineffable that exists beyond everything we know. Our raison d’etre. We get glimpses of it during our lives, something touches it’s resonance, we touch the hem of it – and we know that we know that we know. And we know that we know that they know.

It is deep calling unto deep.

And there are others hearing that same song, feeling that same pull, and though we are all of that same source, our corporeal senses are not always engaged so that we easily recognize that this isn’t just a subjective, singular experience.

That there are others, and even within our reach was the impetus for it, however. As a reminder that at any given moment, the woman next to us may be feeling and reacting to this same sense-beyond-sense, we are not alone.

“For I see through a glass darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; but then shall I know, even as also I am known.”

No, we are not alone.

“The Calling”

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Waiting : Patience is Prayer

READ THIS IT’S BEAUTIFUL

The fate of a mother is to wait for her children. You wait for them when you’re pregnant.

You wait on them when they get out of school. You wait on for them to get home after a night out.

You wait on them when they start their own lives.

You wait for them when they get home from work to come home to a nice dinner.

You wait for them with love, with anxiety and sometimes with anger that passes immediately when you see them and you can hug them.

Make sure your old mom doesn’t have to wait any longer.

Visit her, love her, hug the one who loved you like no one else ever will.

Don’t make her wait, she’s expecting this from you.

Because the membranes get old but the heart of a mother never gets old.

Love her as you can.

No person will love you like your mother will.

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Mothers

Pregnancy hurts. Labor hurts. Breastfeeding hurts. 🥺

Seeing your child crying hurts. Not sleeping well, hurts. Serving everyone and being the last one hurts. Not bathing calmly, it hurts. Having a very difficult and restless day hurts. Not doing your nails and hair like before, hurts. Not having time for YOU hurts. Mom needs help not to be criticized, she needs affection and not blows, she takes care of everyone but she also needs to be taken care of. Motherhood is not as tender as it seems to be, motherhood is beautiful, yes, but it is very difficult. What is beautiful is the love that a mother feels for her child, that love is capable of supporting everything and anything. No one is born a mother, one becomes a mother 💖

The Walrus, the Carpenter- Dr Craig Childress

Many years ago, I fell down the rabbit hole to here and discovered all you parents and your children trapped.

I also found a large menagerie of curious creatures surrounding you in the Wonderland of the family courts, parenting coordinators, “reunification therapists” (there’s no such thing), custody evaluators, GALs, and experts-experts-experts everywhere you look.

You can’t turn around in the Wonderland of here without bumping into an “expert.”

You were trapped in Wonderland of crazy. I had to get you back out to the real world. The creatures of Wonderland, including your “experts”, don’t want you to leave… with your money, they covet your money.

They’ll seek to hold you trapped.

We’re leaving… we’ve left.

Not one more child. We are not losing one more child. We are not losing your child… specifically. We are OUT of Wonderland.

The Red Queen of forensic psychology and the hookah smoking caterpillars of your “experts” will try to keep you from leaving.

Leave.

There is another path – a choice. Established knowledge and clinical psychology, assessment, diagnosis, and treatment.

You want a written treatment plan – google mental health treatment plans and read the top two returns – you want one of those please.

Don’t follow the Walrus and Carpenter little parental clams, or they’ll eat you for their supper and throw your empty shells away.

Walrus & the Carpenter (Childress, 2019)

https://drcraigchildressblog.com/2019/11/17/the-walrus-the-carpenter/

Craig Childress, Psy.D.

Clinical Psychologist, CA PSY 18857

drcraigchildressblog.com/2019/11/17/the-walrus-the-carpenter/

Lonesome

This began before I was 35 , I was lonely for adult support and friendship in a trusting marriage .

It was very sad to acknowledge and live with , but healing lessons taught me , on my owness and a more equable relationship has not shown itself . I’m ok with that , I won’t know the detached , distorted abuse of past .

I haven’t been allowed to participate in anyway with 6 grandchildren as the trauma bond and emotional extortion prohibit growth, healing ❤️‍🩹 based on facts without drama .

Writing found from a nursing home resident.

“I am 82 years old, I have 4 children, 11 grandchildren, 2 great-grandchildren and a room of 12 square meters.

I no longer have a home or expensive things, but I have someone who will clean my room, prepare food and change my bedding, measure my blood pressure and weigh me.

I no longer have the laughter of my grandchildren around me, I don’t see them growing, hugging and arguing. Some come to me every 15 days, some every three or four months, and some never.

I don’t bake cakes anymore, I don’t dig up the garden. I still have hobbies and I like to read, but my eyes quickly hurt.

I don’t know how much longer, but I have to get used to this loneliness. Here at this home, I lead group work and help those who are worse than me as much as I can.

Until recently, I read aloud to an immobile woman in the room next to me, we used to sing together, but she died the other day.

They say life is getting longer. Why? When I’m alone, I can look at photos of my family and memories I brought from home. And that’s all. I miss them.

I hope that the next generations will understand that families are born to have a future (with children) and that they do not forget about the family even in old age.”

PLEASE DON’T FORGET YOUR LOVED ONES.