tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60163459489919524042011-09-28T17:23:36.465-04:00An Experiment With Words by a person with cognitive function difficulties due to MCS... hoping to get words flowing again!Libertyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02615096271313967218noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6016345948991952404.post-26693402923773111352010-10-14T11:40:00.002-04:002011-09-24T17:42:57.289-04:00

.You, Sweet Peas,seduce me with your glorious smelleach morningdrawing me out of the houseonto the deckto drink your syrupy scentwith deep inhalationsThanks for getting me outsideinto the crisp morning air.In the middle of a Canadian Octoberyou defy the seasonstill joyously climbingclimbingthrivingand making me feelthat summer has yet to depart!Thank you.

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I am trying to bring my love of gardening to the task of      unearthing invasive weeds: patterns and habits that choke my life no longer effective      no longer needed. If humans were like reptiles, shedding their skin,      that old thing that limits them, as they grow in spirit the world would be... ...perhaps not a 'better place' but one I think      I'd enjoy more. If we never assumed

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Lately I've been feeling more and more frustrated with my reaction to *possible* conflict (my response to actual conflict is even worse). I avoid conflict like the plague - silencing my true voice any time I feel that speaking honestly could lead to conflict.  The limbic system in my brain misinterprets almost any level of threat as life-threatening - even a mildly heated discussion about

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Redbird singssweet piercingsunrise salutationRobins, en masse,hunt for breakfastand a school janitorquietly collects garbageblown around by the night winds.After walking,I sit on a benchand raise my arms to the sky.Sitting here typing now,I look out the window and seea rainbow!Thisis being alive.

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Today is a two hawk day.Breast feathers puffed outto soak up the sunheat very welcome on this frigid morning.Four brave squirrels share the treewarmth more importantthan hiding from predators.After a timethe hawk's wings spread wide and it glides away. Mere seconds lateranother swoops into take it's place!Gifts like thesekeep this country girlsane in the city.*note*the photo is not mine - it's

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This early morning timechilly and stillis a balmfor my spiritI hear itwithinbreathe inbreathe outglad to be alivequite seperate fromphysical pains or worriesSome days we are giftedmy spirit and I with sunrisesjoyousandbeyonddescriptionmere words are nothingcompared to the slow motion gloryunfurling across the canvas of the skyWhen going through old boxes recentlyan art journal page popped

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Salt basic intrinsic body ingredient. warm ocean flowing within me tide rising and falling over sixty times each MINUTE through the entire 5 feet, six inches of my body! SURELY this is one of the Wonders Of The World! Look out Bay of Fundy you've got competition ☺ ~

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It lasted less than 3 months...I discovered that the part of my mind that can write prose or stream-of-consciousness does not work while I am typing.They simply don't go together.I can, however, still write that way holding a pen/cil. I assume this is because typing has never come easily to me. Trying to do something that is physically and mentally challenging seems to short-circuit the

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O the skyis filled with coloursthat have no namesAnd the airhas a tasteso pure and cleanO youwho find your god in naturewill know what I mean

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Today was a day for a bright orange shirtSun a-shineskies of bluefresh, clean airand I wanted to shoutI'm alive!but I'm not much of a shouter so my shirt spoke for me.Sudden spring-y energy welled up in meand now, many hours later, I am aching everywherebut filled with a sense of accomplishment.Can't even count the chores I got done.Post-exertional fatigue looms tomorrow and for however many days

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don't rush your healinghave patiencetrust that all will happenwith divine timinggrow a strong shellretreat when it feels wise tosnap if needed!slow and steady (wins the race)Turtle has no shame at being an introvert!shy, enjoys quiet and solitudehides from loud noise, sudden movements, chaos__________I decided to take a week off from humans - wrote about it here on my bother blog. *edit*

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Think of Abraham Hicks (their take on the 'Law of Attraction')If it's hard, draining, strugglethen it's UPstream - against the flow.So the way I'm going (hard)is upstream.It doesn't have to be hard.I feel like there's a switchThat could turn off all thislack of wellness.Bloody hell where is it?

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This line jumped out at me from a Smallville episode:"As long as you're trying to be someone you're not, you'll be vulnerable."!!!!So good!Could say so much about this but don't feel like trying to get the words out.Finding myself journalling rather than writing prose worth posting here.

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Watching the Donna Eden DVDs is both inspiring and daunting(so much work to do!.Lots of hope - especially considering she used to be SO SICK!!!Now she's amazingly vibrant.

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Not many words in me today.Just many feelings.Hard to expressInexpressibletry anyhowAche, lonely, yearning, emptiness, sad, tired, same old same oldover and over and over again.How many YEARS ofno exerciseno eat wellno drink enough waterno meditateno move forward.I'M SICK OF IT!So frustrated with self!ENOUGH!But how to change?HOW?

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traded one side for the otherat least this one's not as badThis pain has teeth.Dull, gnawing away at my head.No wonder people kill themselves if they can't get relief.tell meyour name (pain)what makes you tick?Something drives you - life of your ownRemove the source of your fueland will you wind down to a stop?_____please note - I do get relief from my migraines - this poem was expressing my

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quietdrifting languid eveningnapping catssoft tick of clocka gentle time of daySomewhere,a hawk roosts in the dark.Squirrels tuck their little pawsinto their dried leaf nests.Raccoons venture outin hopes of an early snack.

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Smell has invaded my homemy safe space... isn't.I must make a safe space within myselfthat I can carry wherever I go.How?

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Light hurtssound hurtsmovement hurtsthe pulse of blood through my bodyhurts.There is no escape but sleepand all this pain make sleepelusive.Once the pain is finally gone,I feel reborn!Nervous and fearful at firstlest any sudden moveor bright lightbring back the painbut as time passesand I believe I am safe,I feel both exhaustedand very alive.Newly alive.For those few days,my entire world was

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Doves sitting calmly in the treetell me neither falcon nor hawkare nearbyThe wisdom of natureaboundseven in the cityWatch for itListenFeelKnowThe animals, plants and treeshave not forgottenthe deep, primal truthsThis feel to the air tells of snow,this one of rain or drought.No clocks are needed to know the 'time'...the seasons unfold perfectly even in the absence of calendars.A hundred little

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trying to flow while typing.but it really just isn't working so I've given up again.back to the good old pen and paper.I wonder if the earlier patterns and pathways forged in my brain are more intact than later ones?Perhaps they were deeper, more permanent -having been travelled over and over and over again.If so,in theory,I should type MOREnot less.But I don't want to.Especially since I have

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nickle dacklespacklespoothe things that pop into my mind are weird sometimes!flow doesn't happen very easily when I am typingtakes too much brain power to typeand thenthe connections between thoughts, feelings and words slip away from mebetter to write on paper and later post to bloggood to know

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such a strangeempty spaceto be inthe wordsallonone sidethe means toexpress themonthe otherand Iinthe middleemptyI cannot findthe -ironically, even this - it's like - so empty-------------------Empty is the right word but it doesn't make sense.In fact, I am so full of thoughts, ideas, feelingsbut all the..the - connecting bits don't workA tempest rages in my mindAll of the pieces are still

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Hard, cold wordscrisp against the page"A poem a day"short circuit betweenbrain and handmakes this much harder than expected.Frugality of words appealsthoughts condensed to essencegrieffrustration envybone tired"Would you wear confidence like a cloak?"Emphatic, "No!""It would be my very bones.Shoring me up from the INside."

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