Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Aspire to Inspire



“Life is not as dramatic as your ego imagines it to be.
Aspire to inspire before you expire.”

The above quote was hanging at the bottom of an email I received. I sat back, and really thought about what it said. I have quite the ego and most often think life is dramatic. Maybe I’ve put things into lofty positions that need stepping down. My imagination is active and on-going.

Can I inspire? Some people say that I inspire them. Sometimes it feels good to hear that. Other times I know it’s a false pride that tells me I’m doing something ‘special’. I’m a human being, just like you, needing inspiration at times too. I’m not planning on expiring any time soon, though I know not my own path, until it’s walked. I do think that viewing life less dramatically will bring me certain peace.

In my nature walks I find the earth’s inspiration. Looking at the expiring Black-eyed Susans in my flower bed, I know they’ll be back next summer. They’ll inspire me, as in years’ past, to enjoy the days of summer. With their expiration, I am always reminded that autumn is on the way.

Thank you.

Monday, September 7, 2009

A taste for exploration



I’ve a taste for exploration of the things I once did, and liked. For reasons not remembered, time moved on, and I forgot to finish what I started. So now I desire to return to the sculpting world. Oh to take my hands and rub out every boo-boo, every bump that has no place in a perfect work!

“The Dying Gaul” shown above is sculpted in marble. I don’t do marble, but marveled over the photo. It seemed to go with what I had to say. Really putting my hands to the work and smoothing out each blemish… delightful. I’ll let you know how things turn out; be looking for a “Living Gaul”. Dare I have the gall?

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Hmmm...



As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world - that is the myth of the atomic age - as in being able to remake ourselves.

~Mohandas Gandhi

Any thoughts? Hmmm?

Monday, August 31, 2009

Snowbound, by Genesis



My Video Bar Feature:
Genesis, lyrics
Mike Rutherford, composer

Lay your body down upon the midnight snow,
Feel the cold of winter in your hair
Here in a world of your own,
In a casing that's grown
To a children's delight
That arrived overnight.

And here they come to play their magic games
Carving names upon your frozen hand.
Here in a world of your own,
Like a sleeper whose eyes
Sees the pain with surprise
As it smothers your cries
They'll never never know.

Hey there's a Snowman
Hey, Hey what a Snowman
Pray for the Snowman
Ooh, Ooh what a Snowman
They say a snow year's a good year
Filled with the love of all who lie so deep.

Smiling faces tear your body to the ground
Covered red that only we can see.
Here in a ball that they made
From the snow on the ground,
See it rolling away
Wild eyes to the sky
They'll never, never know.

Hey there's a Snowman
Hey what a Snowman
Pray for the Snowman
Ooh, Ooh what a Snowman
They say a snow year's a good year
Filled with the love of all who lie so deep.

Hey there goes the Snowman
Hey there what a Snowman
Hey there lies the Snowman
Hey he was a Snowman
They say a snow year's a good year
Filled with the love of all who lie so deep.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I'm not done



In the exploration of my soul,
Those dearest helped me find control.

A way to look at what I’ve learned,
Let it serve, and not get burned.

There’s news to see; I’ve just begun.
My life is rich, though I’m not done.

I contemplate the dreams, so real,
That feed me with their precious meal.

Where I can go, and what I do,
depends on me, and not on you.

My time well spent in healing sun.
Continues on, as I’m not done.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Welcome reality



Last week the stars fell. I stood on the ground glancing up. One by one they came down, circling me, then disappearing. Each one a revealing light of knowledge. Each one contained a bit of my reality. Each one brought it's sadness and it's joy. For the first time, in a long time, I feel more balanced. I treasure everything I have.

Friday, August 21, 2009

When someone is phoning you every day, demanding explanations for every little thing she ever took wrong; what do you? How do you gently explain that life has been a hard struggle? Maybe there have been things you said, but why wait until now to deal with it?

I’m guessing a cloud has lifted from her mind. I’m guessing that she needs closure.

Yesterday’s call of tears, with more confrontations, has driven me into a slight depression. If everyone feels that I’ve wronged them in some way, how can I remedy their inquiries, if I have no knowledge? Waiting four years is just a bit unfair.

So I blog my heart and soul, and let the crap go. If the phone rings tonight, I’m going to tell her to stop keeping score. I’m going to tell her that I’ve moved on. Depression is not a state I want to be in. I enjoy being positive and am willing to start anew with her. If that doesn’t work… then I’m moving on without her. No more keeping score!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Grandfather's Song



There’s a tree with secret nook
Near the river where we fished
He would bait my every hook
As I played about and wished
That someday I’d know the song
He would sing to everything
That would let me play along
In the early part of spring



“Happy birthday Grandfather”
1905-1981

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Morning Forest



On mountain green we watched the light
The sun arose with awesome flight
Across the snow, rays fell in lines
Creating trees that looked divine.

The sky was red, then turned to pinks
The fog did flirt with several winks
A line of green did peek and leave
A sight so rare I now believe

The bitter cold against my face
I longed returned to warmer place
I sketched the sky and then the sun
Included trees and I was done

Back in the home I brought my paint
Each element a sacred saint
When I was done the painting showed
An early sun and beauty glowed

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Laugh it up




"Laugh Therapy," pioneered by Norman Cousins, has turned out to have real substance. Research has discovered that laughter and joy boost immune functions, especially the production of the natural killer cells that help defend the body from illness and cancer.

Laughter also increases the release of endorphins - compounds that give you a sense of well-being - in your brain. Without a doubt, joyful people live longer and have healthier lives; so read your favorite comics, watch your favorite comedies, and laugh it up!

Added 8-13-09:

The "Can Monster" was made by a guy who lives in my home town. He says he hates all the cans that are constantly in place here. As a joke he wielded together this creature and put him by the road.

The can producing company asked if they could buy it from him. He agreed and they filled the can-man with concrete and he now sits out front of their office!!!

Monday, August 10, 2009

31 lines




It was just another day in paradise
Took a walk through ‘Face book’
My latest hangout for distraction
Spoke to a friend about insecurities
His/mine, what difference - none
Sent ruby red hearts and lots of flowers
Karma called and I went off to find
A gift for “G”… my 6:15am karma
Over to my little farm in the Ville
Where someone had sent me sheep
Big puffy balls of wool when they’re ready
Read this link, add this site
Leave the town, but send a round
Doing lunch away from here

Lunch break found me at the local
Home-made burger stand near my home
A friendly outing with a friendly friend

Back to paradise I go to see
Who’s playing videos?
Tori sings, Bon Jovi in jeans
Then it’s time for opinions
Do we, don’t you, can we, have you?
Butterflies on gossamer wings
Happy hugs and best friends ever
Read this note or make your own
Chocolate trips, green patch kids
The second Farm is bigger
Save some time to inbox mail
Write on walls, smiles to all
Off to watch my TV shows
Then Yahoo needs attention

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Interacting



I never know when someone’s mood will affect me. In the blink of an eye I can join their… sorrow, their pain, their madness, their anger… to my own day. Not only can I join it, but seem to gladly promote it. Then I realize that the person doesn’t need me to be in the same mood. I need to be supportive, encouraging another, to a better moment.

Today I was just a “joiner”. I could not let my own feelings get out of the way! Being human doesn’t always make me smile…and I sure can make mistakes.

I’m blogging what ails me and moving on. It’s called interacting. Woo-hoo.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Wow! Blogger Awards.

As gifted to me (June 30, 2009) from “Hazelm: Mattie’s Journal,” I would like to pass on the following blog awards. This was a very difficult decision for me. I love all of the blogs and their writers!

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The 2009 Friendly Blogger Award goes to:

“…” Me, Myself, and I
A Day in the Life: Dave’s Progress
A Jewel Shining Through
De Pressing Thoughts; DESPERADO
The World N Me; Jun Bullan
Julie & Paige’s Caribbean Midrine
Klahanie; Gary Philip Pennick
The Curious Hazards of Being Human: Clarissa Alverson

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The Uplifting Blogger Award goes to everyone!

I give this award to all of the followers in the widget, and the writers in my blog list. Each of you has added a degree of hope and comfort to my life. I am blessed with your shared words.

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One Lovely Blog Award goes to:

The World N Me; Jun Bullan
No Such Thing as Disabilities (Soundoff); HeatherP.
Journeys in an Alien World; David S.
Klahanie; Gary Philip Pennick
Step by Step: rusty 443
buddhawithin; The Cap

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we are the way we are



Nothing I do is going to change anyone in my life. Oh, there might be a comforting word, but unless someone wants to change, it will not happen as a result of my prompting, prodding, or pushing. I’m just surprised to figure it out once again. Often I forget what it is that makes me happiest. I am happiest being me and free; allowing others the same life.

We are the way we are; we look to our innermost thoughts. We learn and grow when we recognize the goodness of the universe in our inner sanctum. When we have finalized our own joy, we can move and share with others. Until then, we are the way we are… until, we are the way we are again.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

thank you




I would like to thank Zimbio for displaying my blog in the "Member Spotlight" on July 28, 2009; I feel honored. In addition, a big thank you to the readers, and fellow writers, who helped me get there.

Wishing you all peace and love.

dcrelief aka Dixie Copeland

life's high



Some friends that live around me
Are never looking up
They’re staring at the ground
And cursing their bad luck

They like to cry and moan
I hate to think they’re right
When I walk in the door
I kiss myself goodnight

I dream about tomorrow
With wishes that I hold
Close to me without sorrow
Though I might be too damn old

My giggles and my laughter
Still rise into the sky
Might miss the thing I’m after
But I’ll hang onto the high

Life’s high.

(shh, caution) sex



Life is sexually transmitted.

(I think this should be a bumper sticker.)

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Oil Rig Escapes Destruction




How often does some objective stand in our way, denying us our wish? Would it utterly destroy us not to get our way? Not to have a say? Or can things change, turning quickly, allowing us more room to play.

A third shift worker at this Texas oil rig wanted a night time photo of it. He figured the lightening would make a great backlight for his shot; look at what he got!

Suddenly the sky was ‘pitch-black’ again; he could no longer tell where the tornado was. Somehow in the darkness the tornado had turned; rig and worker were safe.

Thinking



If each light represents a thought, then yes, I'd say that I'm thinking. Welcome to 'Fibromyalgia Fog'.


(click on photo)

Saturday, July 25, 2009

new post, no photo

I'm just going to sit down and write whatever comes into my head. I have been empty and blank this week and it scares me. Fibromyalgia fog is not welcome right now. So many things to do, yet physically I am weakened by the stupid medications. Why don't doctors listen to their patiets? Don't we have first hand knowledge of our minds and bodies? Or at least I do.

A lot of people have given me loads of emotional support and I am grateful. I wouldn't trade their kindnesses for anything in the world. From Blogger, Zimbio, and on Facebook... lots of smiles, coffee, and tender hearts have kept me humming along.

Maybe I'll be able to share my misfortune with you sometime. Right now I'm too busy fighting it; very much in the middle. More will be revealed.

Wait I do have a photo. I send it to all of you, with my thanks, for hanging in there with me.