Archive for sadness
After seeing the news today and viewing the awful incident involving George Sodini who shot into a gym, murdering 3 woman and injuring 9 before killing himself, I have decided to begin posting 5 things I am greatful for on Thursdays. Sometimes in life, it helps to remind ourselves of what we are greatful for, and not put so much thought and reverence into that which we feel we lack. Expressing gratitude sends out a message to the universe that you are thankful, and you will draw to you that more to be thankful for, like a magnet. Don’t you give more to those who reflect thanks than those who reflect anguish when you you offer them something??? It’s one of the basic universal laws! Misery attracts misery and joy attracts joy!
There are so many things I am thankful for today. Reflecting back has made me realize some things I feel thankfull for changes each day, as some things about me change—while other things remain stagnant. I believe we can see how we are growing; what we are knowing, etc. by what are greatful for.
I urge you to list five things in your life for which you are thankful. You’d be surprized how much this list can tell you about yourself and your frame of mind.
Here’s my five for today:
I am thankful that I have people in my life who expect certain tings of and from me, but truly love me regardless…whether I live up to those expections or not…uncondiionally…and the feelings are mutual.
I am thankful to be gainfully employed and earn enough to take care of myself and my son, and to share with others every now and then too. 🙂
I am especially thankful that my mind is not tormented with anger, resentment, sadness and dispair that I see and read about so often.
I am thankful that my words might calm or inspire one person who may be feeling that anger, resentment, sadness, or dispair today.
I am thankful that I have grown to find enormous joy in the so called “little things” like a red rose, a butterfly, or the wind blowing through my hair. These “little things” are far bigger than anything man has ever created, and I often wonder why they are referred to as little things in the first place; as they are oh so grand!!!
I intended to limit my list to 5, but I have one more that I just have to list…I am thankful for the icecream sandwitch my Gee just brought over ot me!! ooom, yummy…:)
So, what are you greatful for today? I’d love to know.
Peace, Light and Love. . . Cordieb.
This original blog entry was made on January 22, 2008. It’s been now less than a year later and wow! – the person I was soliciting cheers for dreams are really coming true! I’m reposting this as a reminder of the wise saying. . . "This Too Shall Pass." My friend, Sanity Found , was in the dump for weeks back in January 2008 – I had began to really worry about her. I called upon your support to visit her blog and give her some cheer. I remember that some of you did, Hayden , over there at the new "Through the Illusion" for one! Ambe r, although she was not reading my blog at the time, kept a close eye on my young friend. Folks! our bubling burst of optimism, Sanity Found was really down for a few. It was starting to scare me; and I really didn’t even know her – for real. It’s been almost a year, and all of us have learned so much about life and many of us have become friends! Many of you have seen the ups and downs I’ve been through and I’ve seen yours too! So, people, here is living proof that just because life seems like it’s never fair today -never, ever give up. Everything and all circumstances change. And yes, This too Shall Pass ! Blessings to all. All verbiage below are from the original posting. God Bless. . .
My friend SanityFound’s Rambling has been in the dumps lately due to not being able to get a work visa for the UK. Her sadness has gone on for quite a while. Please drop her some encouragement or some good advice to get her jump started. This is her picture for which she describes herself without words. Such a young person should not let obstacles immobilize her. But such is the mind oftentimes of the young and the not so young. I’ve been there too. In any event, give her a shout out! to help her regain her strength, courage, and wisdom. Her blogg can be found at http://sanityfound.wordpress.com/
Sanity Found’s list of Maybe’s are beautiful, mind provoking, and inspiring. Here’s a few to ponder. . .
Maybe. . we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.
Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don’t even see the new one which has been opened for us.
Maybe . . . it is true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.
Maybe . . . the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
Maybe . . . the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can’t go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.
To read the entire collection of these inspirational "maybes" by Sanity Found’s Rambling, visit http://sanityfound.wordpress.com/2008/01/08/maybe/
Peace, Light and Love to You and Yours,
But the prospect of new toys always gave him a thrill;
So there love was neglected from obscurities;
Thus she often lay alone in a corner awaiting his will;
During his unstable moments of false insecurities.
The teddy bear had been used for comfort so long;
Her fur became matted; her filling almost gone;
But through self love and God’s grace she reversed her early demise;
By refusing to allow buttons to be made from her eyes.
This one was inspired by Paisley and poefusions tuesday title prompt , which was a line from one of Gregory Corso’s poem, The Mad Yak- “They want to make buttons out of my bones”
Unacted upon desires that are seldom heard . . .
Do they wash away with the crimson tide . . .
By the sands of time which can’t be defied?
What happens to our dreams alas. . .
which we sadly allow to simply pass. . .
or hold at bay for a better day
Do they await our return or simply fade away?
What happens when we put our dreams on a shelf?
Do they wait patiently for us to find ourselves
Or do they float away to an unknown dreamland
Where dreams deferred converge and reemerge once again . . .
In the heart and soul of another child-like spirit . .
with the heart to reclaim our neglected dream’s merit
Who will take the forsaken dream and caress its face
And abandon not its saving grace
Allow not our dream to become deferred
Unnurtured; Seldom talked to; Barely heard. . .
For without our love, passion, and concern
Our dream will whither; thus our heart will burn and yearn. . .
Yet the dream will one day find another
Who will embrace that dream like a new found lover
And the dream will lovingly reciprocate
But sadly for us, it will be too late;
Yet to ease our minds, we will call it fate.
~Written Especially for my Daughter Crystal and all you other dreamers out there, by CordieB
There is nothing as sad, I’ve ever known
As living in a house that’s no longer a home
To go through weeks with the daily pleasantrys
In states of low-keyed fear and pretentious affinities
To move through tension that can be cut with a knife
Unable to release words of truth in daily strife
The hushfullness and stillness of every glance
The unheard music; the restricted dance
The bitterness of the all consumed
The lonliness of the untouched rooms
The hovering of a haunting gloom . . .
The depressed family; low-spirited lovers
Who have lost the capacity to communite with each other
The silent voices that pierce the ears
The yearning eyes dropping unseen tears
The constant state of unspoken fears . . .
Through the days, through the weeks, that turn to years
The laughter that long ago turned into unheard cries
Unhappy memories magically turned to good times in disguise
Family secrets lurking from the walls and floors
And closets which will forever have unopened doors
The looking back with a silent sigh . . .
When you ask yourself – a simple, why?
There is nothing as sad, I’ve yet to know
As a house that’s not a home – but merely a show
Now beside my bed I Kneel
I Pray the Lord My Soul to Heal
If God can take away this pain
I vow to love myself again
Now beside my bed I cry
My soul is heavy; I know not why
for whatever mistakes I may have made
My burdens have long ago been paid
I will Will my heart again
to love freely; even through pain
I will Will my heart again
to sing again in gentle rains
I will Will my mind again
to accept love from which it flows
to love myself unconditionally
What’s of tomorrow; no one knows
Now I lay me down to sleep
Although I cry; and though I weep
I’m thankful that should I awake
New beginnings arise with dawn’s day break
Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.
Like a thief at night, I entered your heart
I sampled your thoughts and broke them apart
I pulled up a veil to cover your joy
I enlisted The Negative Army to aid and employ
More negative intities to arrest your light
And make all days seem dark, although they are bright
My army of entities brought blind folds and rope
To bind all your joy and blind all your hope
Because you are not smart as you thought you were
You forgot your reality, thus I became your connoisseur
I simply awaited for that dark dismal, yet really bright day
When life was fine; thus you forgot to be thankful and pray
When all of a sudden in your mist of content
I snuck into your mind, Oh! not by sheer accident
For my purpose was to vanquish all optomist from your mind
To leave you deserted, lost, humbled and blind
What seemed happy and wonderful now seems so bleak
What you craved on yesterday, you don’t even seek
You can not foresee another sunshine tomorrow
For your forcast is shadowed by self sadness and sorrow
But if you really look at the blessings bestowed upon life
You would vanish me quickly; dismiss the false strife
Realize the reality of beauty and light
Know that nothing is more important than the love for your life
But the repetitive thoughts, and high walls of oppression
Sustain only a dismal past and no future possession.
Of the happines and love you once grasped so well
By the absense of love; this is your earthly hell
And melancholic thoughts and memories have become an obsession
You ask who am I to be so evil? I am the deadly spirit of Depression.
The phenominal art displayed at the top of this post was created by a very talented artist, COCOMARIPOSA and is titled, “The Five Stages of Grief (Depression #4)” The series is very creative; I suggest you visit.
Symtoms of Depression are:
If you or a love one is experiencing symtoms of depression, I strongly suggest that you seek medical attention because usually by the time we realize our depressed state, we are in need of at least a temporary boost to get our brain chemicals back on track. If you believe you can handle this yourself, please try to talk to someone and of course embrace your spiritual self.
I have found spirituality to be a profound cure for depression; however, spirituality is a personal choice – and in states of depression, normally we are incapable of allowing the light to shine without help. But once back on track; I have found spirituality, as in embracing love, to be the best preventive measure known. The following are a few web sites that you may want to visit if you feel you are experiencing grief or depression: