Wednesday, October 22, 2008
This site has seen me happy; this site has seen me sad
This site has seen me angry, less time than I’ve been glad.
There was a time when comments were not allowed to be
admitted to my blog site with messages for me.
My fear of hearing laughter and vanities that sought
to tear away exploring of what my mind had fought
In early morning twilight or deep within the dark
I rendered that my bite was much worse than my bark
Yet in my mind I traveled far and saw a rising dream
That beckoned me to tarry here and build my self-esteem
So one more post and one more chat and one more thing to say
I’m looking for a better life with those who show the way.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Transparent: so sheer as to permit light to pass through; easily recognized; easily understood.
My posts are not always transparent; sometimes it’s hard to tell where my gripes end and my cheers begin. I try, and getting there sometimes becomes the fun for the day. Often not knowing which thought will be the last thought of a post? Will it end in joy or sorrow?
I was rummaging through web sites for free photos, missing my photographer cousin’s treasury so late in arrival this month; my own photos gave me nothing that really said: transparent. Then I came across this wonderful shot of a domed building in Canada. Yes, I could see the thoughts flying through the roof and beyond.
How often I’d like to fly; really take on wings and soar above the earth… visit places I’ll never see in this life. To take with me a kind heart, a gentle voice, and a depth of compassion that longs to heal others. And I would need to live transparently so others would also know my intentions are honorable. I don’t know that I can do that.
Writing transparently? Sometimes I can put into words what I cannot hear coming from my own mouth. Writing here, I have learned the “comfort in a crowd,” just as I have experienced feeling “alone in a room full of people.” Strange living: this desire to live transparently. Did I end in a gripe or a cheer?
1900's Church St. STOKE-ON-TRENT
There are times when my mind would seek to hold me captive to its negative thoughts and reactions. Though I am receiving some help I envy the ones who attend the “Changes” program of England. You have the best of both worlds right there in your pocket, so to speak.
“The aim of Changes service is to provide an opportunity for those suffering from mental distress to move from isolation, withdrawal and dependency to becoming active and contributing members of their immediate and wider community.” (Changes 2008)
But I don’t live there and must “make do” with the information and helpful people I’ve met from there. One such person is Klahanie, whose name literally translates into “The Great Outdoors.” Indeed I took a cautious step through a cyber-land door to “meet” him; for me that WAS the great outdoors! I was searching in the website “Zimbio” when I found a “Wikizine” that Klahanie had established. He waved a new flag and I stopped by to watch it!
“Mental Health Matters”: The aim of my Wikizine is to help eliminate the unfair stigma that still surrounds mental health issues. And, I have been honoured to have my blog 'klahanie' featured on the B.B.C.'s radio station 'Radio 5 Live'. -Klahanie
He has been gracious to leave comments on some of my blog posts, revealing his empathy and compassion for the struggles of many. He’s a refreshing attitude toward the mission of positive interactions between others and their environments. (And I hope I’ve explained this correctly. ~dc)
The transparency that we are comfortable to blog with, concerning our issues, may help one another to take a step into the “great outdoors” of our souls. Think of the blogs as a sharing of soul to soul on the realities of living whole, and what we each need “to feel a part of life.”
My special thank you to “Changes” and “Klahanie” of Staffordshire Moorlands, UK; in special dedication for the understanding and empathy I have received. You are always welcome here. Peace unto you, your projects and mission.
Winter Sunset: Vancouver, Canada
Real people, real places
An old blog with new cog
I learn to explore more
Questions, always questions
My mind would say thank you
My heart reveals the truth
No more abiding
Real people, real places
*Special dedication to the seven people I’ve “met”, who live or originally hail, from Vancouver, Canada: Thanks for the read!