Thursday, August 4, 2011

217 WHEN QUIET AND CONFUSION HOLD HANDS

A well behaved child is often an observant child.
An observant child may be self-protective.


At times when confusing changes are taking place
A self protective child may grow more observant, more quiet.


A child, who unknowingly harbors a need to take good care of a parent, may subconsciously grow numb to fear of certain changes.


An observant child grows to be an observant adult.


When I grew up and felt deeply confused about my path, I refrained from saying too much or asking too many questions of my children, because, concern for me may have caused their personal needs to repress too deeply for their own good.


Upon observing my children's natural reactions, I found myself identifing fears, which had been subconsciously repressed from my conscious awareness, as well.





When parents walk egg shells, children do, too.
Eggshells are contagious, because 'like-spirits' sense when both feel unsafe.



‘THE TRUTH’ of what we need to do to meet our needs and the needs of those we love most, emerges, over time.


When asked how I resolve my sense of confusion, today, here is my response:


First, I ask myself this question—


Annie, do you have a clue or is (some fear hidden inside) your brain still fooling you?


As this question fuels the thought processing portion of my brain, a train of thought takes off as though on its own.  And as this train of thought picks up steam, I find myself on a new track that takes me through tunnels, makes me climb mountains, and thus do I release confusion, one station at a time.


At first my fear is great.
Station by station not so much
Ultimately I stand centered, strong, and tall.
Well, two out of three's not bad.
Though I see myself as tall
Reality suggests that's beyond my control.
So when I need to confront someone
Who seemingly towers over me
The first thing I say is
'Let's sit down.'



Wednesday, August 3, 2011

216 ☺POPEYE

I have no fear of turning my inner life inside out


The truth is my spinach
I 'YAM WHO I 'YAM

So what you see is what you get—today

215 YOUR FRIEND, ANNIE

As you may recall, my reason for calling myself Annie will uncloak soon after my high school graduation.


The fact that Annie and Helen had buddied up is coincidental.
On the other hand, I have reason to believe that coincidences are meant to be.
Another word for 'meant to be' is bashert


Lots of funny 'meant to be' moments will pop up after Annie grows up.
Lots of meaningful moments, steeped in insight, as well.


As it's taking some time to tunnel toward my high school years, I appreciate your patience while you buddy up with me ...

J




214 ANNIE SULLIVAN

J  When the student is ready the teacher appears
      I want to hold your hand ...

213 I SEE! I LISTEN! I LEARN! I SPEAK MY TRUTH! I THRIVE!

"Life is either a great adventure or else it is nothing ..."  Helen Keller 

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

212 HOME IS WHERE WE RETUNE THE RULES OF THE ROAD

Our brains are vehicles that carry us from here to there.


How many families take driving lessons so that each gets to where he or she needs to go—peaceably?


How many families crash into each other's needs, head on, like bumper cars that follow no Rules of the Road?


Every vehicle that functions safely is in need of fine tuning, from time to time.  For instance, let's say the brakes on my temper need relining or replacing.  Or my battery needs a jump.  Or my fuel tank is so low that my spirit runs on fumes.  Or my radiator is in need of water—water everywhere but not a drop to drink—so everything that's ripe and juicy overheats and dries up.  Memories of sliding into the driver's seat just before sunrise on an icy winter morn and sliding, uncontrollably, from one lane on the freeway into the next sends shivers down my spine.


In order to get safely where we need to go ...
Our vehicles need freeways with boundaries for good reason.


How much do you know about taking care of an instrument, as complex as your car?  How often does the 'weather', which changes daily, affect its performance?


When my car runs out of gas, makes weird noises, revs its engine, won't quit screeching, or just keeps stalling, I get to a mechanic who inspires my trust by encouraging my vehicle to take me where I could not go, before.


Just as going crazy's not my style, I've learned  not to run on tracks that circle round and round until my car races so fast as to ram into wall after wall.


At times when my conscious mind feels too confused to tune into my five tools, I get my car to a specialist, whose training is more sophisticated than my own.


Once subconscious confusion stops dizzying my conscious mind, I can calmly absorb which parts of my vehicle are in need of retuning, rewiring, or replacing, and as adjustments are made, clarity is mine.


When a toddler's mind crashes into tragedy, early on, tuning in to acquired traits in need of retuning may be puzzling, indeed.  And that's especially true when a sunny child sports a smile as a shield.


When a light hearted, deep thinking spirit flits around for decades, sprinkling sunshine here and there, who might think to hold that person's hand while she tunnels through many layers of self protection in hopes of diagnosing unresolved issues, hiding out in Denialand?


As long as this swirl of subconscious confusion remains unidentified, Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome will spit bullets at this person's wide range of acquired strengths.


A healthy home is not a shoot out or a hide out.
A healthy home does not house a wide range of mechanics
A healthy home is one in which leaders develop a 'sense'
For when their vehicles are in need of fine tuning


When I want my vehicle to free me
From fear of the unknown
The buddy system takes me
From confusion to a peaceful place


In hopes of enticing you to slide into the driver's seat
And adventure down a path that may open many doors
I'll continue to describe the road less taken in my blog
I want to hold your hand—Your friend, Annie



Monday, August 1, 2011

211 A HEALTHY HOME IS NOT A HIDEOUT

A healthy home is not
A place where your true self
Hides from the world


A healthy home is not
A place where your true self
Hides from those who live somewhere else


A healthy home is not
A place where your true self
Shrinks back from all aspects of reality that are scary


A healthy home is not
A place where your true self
Goes to hide from hanging onto the edge of a cliff


A healthy home is not
A place where your true self
Cries, alone, after pontificating your beliefs to every open ear


A healthy home is not
A place where your true self
Hides from your fear of living up to your beliefs


Though a healthy home can
Become a dysfunctional place
After a terrifying, irretrievable loss flies in from out of the blue


A healthy home is not
A place where your true self
Hides out in Denialand—forever