David (whose love for Ravi can’t stay away for more than six weeks at a time)
Flew in on Thursday, and ever since then, we’ve enjoyed family fun fests, non-stop
Leaving no time for posting, because all of us have enjoyed get-togethers with
Extended family throughout the weekend, followed by Ravi enjoying sleepovers
With Gramma, Papa, and Uncle David, each evening—in fact we just returned
From enjoying brunch with my niece, nephew and their puppy on
The dog-friendly patio of a local restaurant, and after David, Ravi and Papa enjoy
Hover soccer followed by naps, we’ll be off to meet Celina and Steven at
A pumpkin carving party, so though the tar and feathers still hover in the back of
my mind, my alarm is on hiatus, suggesting why today’s post ends with a heartfelt—
Ohhmm ...
Sunday, October 21, 2018
Saturday, October 20, 2018
HERE’S HOPING THAT NOVEMBER’S ELECTION RETURNS DO NOT STRIKE OUT MY HEARTFELT CONNECTION TO HOPE
I remember the depth of my disbelief
When trump won the Republican candidacy for President of The USA
That was strike one
I remember the depth of my disbelief
When trump won the office of the Presidency
That was strike two
I hope that when votes are tallied in the aftermath of
November’s election there’s no reason for disbelief to arouse
A hopeless sense of despair based in no change for the better
As to ending today’s post with Hmmm or Ohhmm, neither will
Suffice as long as my sense of disillusioned alarm remains focused
Upon need to tar, feather and run trump and his cronies out of D.C.
Why? Because nothing stays the same
Over time, everything gets better or worse
So we can’t sit idly by if we hope to remove the ‘i and n’ from insane
When trump won the Republican candidacy for President of The USA
That was strike one
I remember the depth of my disbelief
When trump won the office of the Presidency
That was strike two
I hope that when votes are tallied in the aftermath of
November’s election there’s no reason for disbelief to arouse
A hopeless sense of despair based in no change for the better
As to ending today’s post with Hmmm or Ohhmm, neither will
Suffice as long as my sense of disillusioned alarm remains focused
Upon need to tar, feather and run trump and his cronies out of D.C.
Why? Because nothing stays the same
Over time, everything gets better or worse
So we can’t sit idly by if we hope to remove the ‘i and n’ from insane
Friday, October 19, 2018
THIS MORNING, HINDSIGHT SHONE THE SPOTLIGHT OF INSIGHT UPON ANSWERS TO RIDDLES IN NEED OF RESOLVING AROUND THE WORLD
Yesterday's post proves so improved by insights, which emerged, overnight, as
To consider that train of thought to be brand new in the light of
The bigger picture that hindsight drew together for me, today ...
Ohhmm ...
To consider that train of thought to be brand new in the light of
The bigger picture that hindsight drew together for me, today ...
Ohhmm ...
Thursday, October 18, 2018
MOMENTS SPENT IN PRODUCTIVE REFLECTION SIGNAL HINDSIGHT TO EMERGE
As the depths of my angry reaction to kavanagh's appointment to
The Supreme Court (based in the fact that The Senate chose to
Disregard the disrespectful nature of his responses to questions
Referencing his alleged attack upon Dr. Ford's person) was
Exacerbated by trump's public ridicule of Dr. Ford's 'forgetful'
Testimony, the inter-related nature of those events triggered
My most recent episode of PTSD; however, I'm relieved to
Acknowledge that this most current episode did not spin
My psyche toward spiraling so deeply into my own experiences with
Sexual assault, long past, as to dredge up additional layers of
Repressed terror, and here's how I know that deeper truth is true—
Though current events roused repressed anger to spill out of
My depths, compelling my entire being to expel
Emotional reactions, which, feeling self propelled, emerged
As though all on their own, over these last several days, not once did
I feel so personally distraught as though confusing Dr. Ford's
Experience with my own—in short, in hindsight, I clearly see
My reaction as leaning closer to compassion than
Empathy, suggesting a significant step-by-step approach toward
Change for the better sinking ever more deeply within the
Injured portion of my psyche, in fact ...
The balanced nature of my recent reaction centered my sense of clarity
(Upon viewing Dr. Ford's humbled dignity under oath as
Compared to kavanagh's and trump's paucity of such admirable
Character traits) upon triggering my psyche's anger (rather than
Anxiety) to spike, and the fact that my book group gathered to
Discuss a novel, THE GREAT ALONE, by Kristin Hannah, which
Explores commonalities of dysfunctional relationships that inevitably
Evolve within families when negatively charged emotions, secreted
Under the rug, are continually silenced by fear of causing a bully’s fury
To erupt, shattering the fragile illusion of peace that sits gingerly atop
Sudden volcanic explosions of brutality (awaiting each next minute
Infraction of the unspoken rule concerning who reigns supreme) to expel
Molten lava from within the very bowels of a bully, whose untamed
Tantrums, based in emotional immaturity, are set free to impose
Terrorized limits upon anyone whose vulnerabilities quake with
Fear as soon as the self-proclaimed ruler over all so much as hears
The mouse squeak or the chick peep, and as that storyline served to
Fan the fires of my memory (of my grandma's reign of terror)
Reigniting my frustration concerning the hastily contrived kavanagh
Appointment, the intuitive portion of my processor
(Recalling my episode of Takotusubo of two years ago), sat me down
At the computer, over these past few days, in order to flush out
And relieve my entire being of the natural emergence of
Long repressed rage that poured forth from within the depths of
My self respecting core in such a productively pro-active heart-healthy
Manner as to release layers of negatively charged emotion, which
Having remained tightly coiled over many years, proved in need of
Objective review at such a syncopated pace as to keep my promise to
Will that I’d not untap deeply repressed layers of anger so quickly as
To spring a gaping leak in my Line of Emotional Self Control, alerting
My adrenal glands to secrete an over production of self protective
Adrenaline, which, upon geysering out as had happened once before
Would surely overwhelm the pounding nature of my heart to
The point of paralyzing my lower (left) ventricle, landing me in
The ER, yet again, and thus do we come to see how time
Spent in reflective solitude invites negatively charged
Emotion, repressed for sound reason at an earlier time, to friend
My psyche’s well balanced connection to hindsight, which
Automatically switches the spotlight of insight from off to on—
Ohhmm ...
And thus does it become plain to see why so many lay people, like
You and me, have need to know that 'forgetfulness' on the part of
Victims (who unknowingly remain subconsciously haunted by
Deeply repressed memories of emotional, physical and/or sexual abuse) is
Based in our defense system's self-protective manner of siphoning off
Details that would otherwise cause the conscious portion of a person's
Wounded psyche to shrink back from social interactions that
Prove essential to moving forward, successfully, from
One stage of life to the next, and perhaps (as happened to
Me), this pre-programmed safety measure, which, presenting as
A natural force of nature, signaled Dr. Ford's defense system to repress
The sexual attack on her person so as to free the conscious (surface)
Portion of her brain to function 'normally' (whatever that means) in the
Aftermath of a terrifying attack, while internally, her brain had
Continued to harbor the lasting effects of feeling haunted by undiagnosed
Symptoms of PTSD, answering why so many victims of abuse
Fail to come forward to voice their truth for decades until
They, like me, have gained the courage to re-live yesteryear’s
Most deeply painful, perplexing memories in order to
Reclaim chunks of their self esteem, which, like mine, had been
Ripped away before we came to understand the crucial importance
Of developing and honoring the existential nature of
A pair of character traits that rise above commonly held dictates of
Authority, namely: Self respect and Self worth—neither of which
Can be as deeply absorbed within your psyche or mine as we may
Think until our adult processors, acting like looms, have spent
A goodly amount of time weaving together a host of widely coveted
Personal traits in so mature a manner (of listening and speaking) as to
have created a personal tapestry that proves self assured for such
Sound reason that no one can put asunder—
Hmmm ...
As my generation (and yours) is held accountable for carving a path
Of personal safety until precious children, like Tony, Ray and Ravi
Develop a matured sense of emotional security so as to provide
Tomorrowland with open-minded, well-balanced leaders, we can see why
My power of intuition (which communicates clearly with the conscious and
Subconscious portions of my mind and thus knows me inside out) took it
Upon itself to guide each of my sons to develop a healthy respect for
The opinions of others, inclusive of women, by encouraging each one to
Participate freely and wholeheartedly in mutually advantageous, respectful
Discussions with—me, so that as a result of our interactions we each
(Simultaneously) developed the courage necessary to stand up and
Respectfully voice our existential truths aloud whenever any of us feels
Bullied by others, whether those bullies be 'frenemies', teachers, deans
Colleagues, neighbors or embers of our extended family, who have not had
The good fortune to absorb Five Communication Tools that continue to
Provide our immediate family with the agile awareness of setting
A high value upon each other’s deeply considered personal points of view so as
To listen humbly (and thus astutely) to perspectives that may prove to be
More expansive, experientially, than one's own, and as the absorption of
Listening skills and speaking skills is considered a highly valued asset by our
Family's ‘All for one and one for all' attitude, we are often seen
Brainstorming, together, toward resolving conflicts that are bound to arise as
Simplistic situations grow ever more complex, based in the fact that
Our family of five has continued to bear fruit and multiply, suggesting why
It's imperative that conflict resolution tends toward being easy breezy
Rather than growing hot, bothered and long winded, over time—
Ohhmm ...
The Supreme Court (based in the fact that The Senate chose to
Disregard the disrespectful nature of his responses to questions
Referencing his alleged attack upon Dr. Ford's person) was
Exacerbated by trump's public ridicule of Dr. Ford's 'forgetful'
Testimony, the inter-related nature of those events triggered
My most recent episode of PTSD; however, I'm relieved to
Acknowledge that this most current episode did not spin
My psyche toward spiraling so deeply into my own experiences with
Sexual assault, long past, as to dredge up additional layers of
Repressed terror, and here's how I know that deeper truth is true—
Though current events roused repressed anger to spill out of
My depths, compelling my entire being to expel
Emotional reactions, which, feeling self propelled, emerged
As though all on their own, over these last several days, not once did
I feel so personally distraught as though confusing Dr. Ford's
Experience with my own—in short, in hindsight, I clearly see
My reaction as leaning closer to compassion than
Empathy, suggesting a significant step-by-step approach toward
Change for the better sinking ever more deeply within the
Injured portion of my psyche, in fact ...
The balanced nature of my recent reaction centered my sense of clarity
(Upon viewing Dr. Ford's humbled dignity under oath as
Compared to kavanagh's and trump's paucity of such admirable
Character traits) upon triggering my psyche's anger (rather than
Anxiety) to spike, and the fact that my book group gathered to
Discuss a novel, THE GREAT ALONE, by Kristin Hannah, which
Explores commonalities of dysfunctional relationships that inevitably
Evolve within families when negatively charged emotions, secreted
Under the rug, are continually silenced by fear of causing a bully’s fury
To erupt, shattering the fragile illusion of peace that sits gingerly atop
Sudden volcanic explosions of brutality (awaiting each next minute
Infraction of the unspoken rule concerning who reigns supreme) to expel
Molten lava from within the very bowels of a bully, whose untamed
Tantrums, based in emotional immaturity, are set free to impose
Terrorized limits upon anyone whose vulnerabilities quake with
Fear as soon as the self-proclaimed ruler over all so much as hears
The mouse squeak or the chick peep, and as that storyline served to
Fan the fires of my memory (of my grandma's reign of terror)
Reigniting my frustration concerning the hastily contrived kavanagh
Appointment, the intuitive portion of my processor
(Recalling my episode of Takotusubo of two years ago), sat me down
At the computer, over these past few days, in order to flush out
And relieve my entire being of the natural emergence of
Long repressed rage that poured forth from within the depths of
My self respecting core in such a productively pro-active heart-healthy
Manner as to release layers of negatively charged emotion, which
Having remained tightly coiled over many years, proved in need of
Objective review at such a syncopated pace as to keep my promise to
Will that I’d not untap deeply repressed layers of anger so quickly as
To spring a gaping leak in my Line of Emotional Self Control, alerting
My adrenal glands to secrete an over production of self protective
Adrenaline, which, upon geysering out as had happened once before
Would surely overwhelm the pounding nature of my heart to
The point of paralyzing my lower (left) ventricle, landing me in
The ER, yet again, and thus do we come to see how time
Spent in reflective solitude invites negatively charged
Emotion, repressed for sound reason at an earlier time, to friend
My psyche’s well balanced connection to hindsight, which
Automatically switches the spotlight of insight from off to on—
Ohhmm ...
And thus does it become plain to see why so many lay people, like
You and me, have need to know that 'forgetfulness' on the part of
Victims (who unknowingly remain subconsciously haunted by
Deeply repressed memories of emotional, physical and/or sexual abuse) is
Based in our defense system's self-protective manner of siphoning off
Details that would otherwise cause the conscious portion of a person's
Wounded psyche to shrink back from social interactions that
Prove essential to moving forward, successfully, from
One stage of life to the next, and perhaps (as happened to
Me), this pre-programmed safety measure, which, presenting as
A natural force of nature, signaled Dr. Ford's defense system to repress
The sexual attack on her person so as to free the conscious (surface)
Portion of her brain to function 'normally' (whatever that means) in the
Aftermath of a terrifying attack, while internally, her brain had
Continued to harbor the lasting effects of feeling haunted by undiagnosed
Symptoms of PTSD, answering why so many victims of abuse
Fail to come forward to voice their truth for decades until
They, like me, have gained the courage to re-live yesteryear’s
Most deeply painful, perplexing memories in order to
Reclaim chunks of their self esteem, which, like mine, had been
Ripped away before we came to understand the crucial importance
Of developing and honoring the existential nature of
A pair of character traits that rise above commonly held dictates of
Authority, namely: Self respect and Self worth—neither of which
Can be as deeply absorbed within your psyche or mine as we may
Think until our adult processors, acting like looms, have spent
A goodly amount of time weaving together a host of widely coveted
Personal traits in so mature a manner (of listening and speaking) as to
have created a personal tapestry that proves self assured for such
Sound reason that no one can put asunder—
Hmmm ...
As my generation (and yours) is held accountable for carving a path
Of personal safety until precious children, like Tony, Ray and Ravi
Develop a matured sense of emotional security so as to provide
Tomorrowland with open-minded, well-balanced leaders, we can see why
My power of intuition (which communicates clearly with the conscious and
Subconscious portions of my mind and thus knows me inside out) took it
Upon itself to guide each of my sons to develop a healthy respect for
The opinions of others, inclusive of women, by encouraging each one to
Participate freely and wholeheartedly in mutually advantageous, respectful
Discussions with—me, so that as a result of our interactions we each
(Simultaneously) developed the courage necessary to stand up and
Respectfully voice our existential truths aloud whenever any of us feels
Bullied by others, whether those bullies be 'frenemies', teachers, deans
Colleagues, neighbors or embers of our extended family, who have not had
The good fortune to absorb Five Communication Tools that continue to
Provide our immediate family with the agile awareness of setting
A high value upon each other’s deeply considered personal points of view so as
To listen humbly (and thus astutely) to perspectives that may prove to be
More expansive, experientially, than one's own, and as the absorption of
Listening skills and speaking skills is considered a highly valued asset by our
Family's ‘All for one and one for all' attitude, we are often seen
Brainstorming, together, toward resolving conflicts that are bound to arise as
Simplistic situations grow ever more complex, based in the fact that
Our family of five has continued to bear fruit and multiply, suggesting why
It's imperative that conflict resolution tends toward being easy breezy
Rather than growing hot, bothered and long winded, over time—
Ohhmm ...
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
HEAD HELD HIGH, DR. FORD ...
First off, please—make no mistake—
I'm not about to belabor a point
I'm about to raise two points not yet clarified in previous posts
Firstly, just as is true of children, adults tend to feel all hot and bothered
By a current event until another arises at which time the first seems to
Evaporate into thin air unless you’re directly affected by it’s outcome
Secondly, my pragmatic approach to penning my personal reaction to
kavanaugh’s quick as a wink ascension above his lightening quick
Emotional descent toward the impertinent, defensively childish attitude (which
Placed the suspicious immaturity of his character flaw on center stage) did
Not do justice to the depths of my anger upon observing this man rise to
A prominent, permanent place of power after he'd failed to pass
The litmus test when provoked to defend his reputation in a loose-lipped
Undisciplined manner (unlike the self-disciplined, dignified demeanor of
Dr. Ford, who—like Anita Hill before her, also a victim of sexual harassment at
The hands of a man selected above all others to assume the revered position of
Supreme Court Justice—came forward as a victim of physical abuse (even
Greater than that perpetrated upon women by trump), choosing to place
Her reputation on the hot seat as did Anita Hill due to the fact that both women
Victims of the age-old attitude ‘boys will be boys’ had mustered the courage (twenty
Years apart) necessary to step beyond fear of experiencing repercussions, so
Deeply did both feel compelled to express conscientious need to
Expose the flagrant fouls of bullying power perpetrated by men over
Women as has commonly taken place throughout history whenever
The aforementioned, unspoken attitude: ‘Boys will be boys’ prevails over
Mutually respectful, common decency. And so, once again, we find
A woman surrounded within a roomful of powerful men, whose disdainful
Attitudes 'accuse' the victim of assuming the role of villain for standing up to
Societal silence so as to name her attacker before he assumes one of
The highest offices in the land of the free and the home of the brave as though
Her testimony, baring the attack on her person, was considered no more
Seriously than that of those women victimized by our nation’s supreme leader, who
Continues to whitewash his loose-tongued rhetoric, caught on tape and
Aired throughout the world, as being no more threatening to the dignity of
Womankind than locker room talk, and though caught with his pants down
trump, a sexual predator, (like kavanagh?), was elected to the highest office in
The land, anyway! What? And if, when interviewed (before the FBI’s
Sham of an investigation of Dr. Ford’s allegations), Anita Hill stated that
She believed that change for the better would see Dr. Ford being
Treated with a greater degree of respect than had been offered to her, and
Then if our supreme leader mocked Dr. Ford before the world at large—how
Angered was I by he who consistently personifies the on-going nature of
Disrespect heaped upon women (as well as most others) that proves as
Blatant as that? So if, as a survivor of sexual assault, I feel layers of
Coiled rage emerging from feep within my soul, as trump's repetitive
Disrespectful physical and emotional violations perpetrated upon
The vulnerabilities of womanhood are freed to rant, rave and ridicule as
Though he (and men in general) are the victims at hand, then of course
The next generation of womankind can expect to experience the shock of
Finding themselves held literally within the hot handed grasp of power in
The most disrespectful, barbaric possible way known to mankind, namely
Bodice ripping physical force, hand over mouth silencing terrified screams for
Help or yells exposing fury repressed deep within the subconscious portions of
Our minds such as the ones that jar Will awake in the still of the dark when
Nightmares of yesteryear’s attacks upon the terrorized child whom I had been
Loosen the tautly knotted choke hold that has been recently disempowered from
Strangling my anger's self-assertive voice, which no longer feels gagged—at least
Not during wee hours when tearless, night sweats make themselves known, at last!
As to my being healed from experiencing episodes of PTSD?
Intuition suggests that I've been pretty much headed in the right direction
Not quite there yet, though (rather than dreaming that a demon is chasing
A terrified child, who, upon opening her mouth to scream for help, finds herself
Suffering each next nightmarish attack in silence) night screaming with fear
Has morphed into yelling ragefully indicating progress taking place, little by little
And yet, like Dr. Ford, so many details still remain blocked behind
My wall of denial, and speaking of defensive walls of denial—in addition to
Mine and Dr. Ford’s what of kavanagh’s? What of trump’s? What of kennedy’s?
clinton’s? weinstein’s? spacey’s? countless priests? cosby’s—who
Thank God is jailed! What of trump's pay offs filtering through
The inner sanctum of The Oval Office while thomas and kavanagh are benched!
Sitting in time out? Swapping stories of remorse? I think not!
Sitting with heads hung down in humiliation, like Tom Duly? I hope so, for
Sound reason! (Though I harbor no hope for a remorseful trump, which propels
Me to say: Bullies of the world—LISTEN UP! SIT DOWN!
YOUR TURN TO REIGN 'SUPREME' IS FAST COMING TO AN END!
It’s not Dr. Ford who (personifying womanhood's growing sense of self respect
On the rise, yet again) needs to grow up—Senator Hatch! Ford's maturity ranked
High above kavanaugh's when she came forward—no more a lamb led to
Voice-silenced annihilation—because The Me Too Movement is conjoining with
The Civil Rights’ Movement, at last! Or at least that's my hope, because
Divided we fail, united we prevail, and with that clearly stated—
Heavens to 'Betsy', where is our nation's flag-maker when the time is ripe for
Readiness to stitch and hoist a rainbow colored flag upon a pole, signifying that
Glass ceilings are readily shattering here, there, everywhere, because—people
Including The Dreammakers, are people wherever we go, suggesting why
The sky must be the limit for one and all! As for me, while patiently cheering on
This slow-mo-ever-expanding-movement toward embracing
Change for the better throughout society’s multiple stradas, today’s string of
Insight-laden thoughts has been freed from clamoring for release from
Behind my line of self controlled decorum offering repressed anger sound
Reason to stop churning deep within subconscious tunnels of my brain!
Hooray! And if, rather than a woman named Annie, I was a sage of a good guy
Named Socrates, all I’d say in the aftermath of KNOW THYSELF would be—
CAESAR, TAKE MY HAND AND LET'S DECLARE:
WE'RE MAD! VERY, VERY MAD, INDEED!
FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN, SENATORS, GROW UP—LOOK WITHIN—
FACE THE NATION AS DID COURAGEOUS WOMEN NAMED HILL AND FORD!
I'M NOT SAYING LOCK UP trump and kavanagh—I'M SAYING THAT COME
NOVEMBER, ELECT NO FORKED-TONGUE BULLIES WHO CARE NOT
A FIG FOR YOUR FREEDOMS OR MINE, AND HEAVENS TO BETSY, LET'S DO
WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET OUT THE VOTE AND TAKE PRIDE IN OUR FLAG!
And since giving voice to my fury feels better by far than
Silently choking back coiled layers of repressed anger, day after day
All I have left to say is—WHEW!
PS
When a person who has experienced Takotsubo says that
Swallowing anger is not healthy, over the long run, whereas
Releasing repressed anger in a productive manner is heart healthy, you
Can believe that she knows of what she speaks for this reason:
Coiling layer upon layer of fury within one's brain space leads to
Sudden expulsions of emotionality that prove no more mature than
A power struggling toddler, whose potty mouth has not yet been
Lovingly encouraged to follow in the footsteps of a parent who having
Consistently modeled A Line of Emotional Self Control (while
The think tanks of others are running amuck, like chickens, who've
Literally lost their heads) takes a proactive leadership role while
Engaging in The Cooperation Game, which I've had the good fortune to
Offer to countless families that, over these past forty years, proved eager to
Absorb along with a wide variety of logical problem-solving methods, sweetened
With leadership's respectful sense of humor, and thus has today's insight-driven
Intuitive train of thought spotlighted the fact that all three branches of our
National government need to recreate a bipartisan balance in all things—just
As my homework assignment has been encouraging the emotional portion of
My thought processor to reprocess a rebalanced viewpoint, several times, daily—
Ohhmm ...
I'm not about to belabor a point
I'm about to raise two points not yet clarified in previous posts
Firstly, just as is true of children, adults tend to feel all hot and bothered
By a current event until another arises at which time the first seems to
Evaporate into thin air unless you’re directly affected by it’s outcome
Secondly, my pragmatic approach to penning my personal reaction to
kavanaugh’s quick as a wink ascension above his lightening quick
Emotional descent toward the impertinent, defensively childish attitude (which
Placed the suspicious immaturity of his character flaw on center stage) did
Not do justice to the depths of my anger upon observing this man rise to
A prominent, permanent place of power after he'd failed to pass
The litmus test when provoked to defend his reputation in a loose-lipped
Undisciplined manner (unlike the self-disciplined, dignified demeanor of
Dr. Ford, who—like Anita Hill before her, also a victim of sexual harassment at
The hands of a man selected above all others to assume the revered position of
Supreme Court Justice—came forward as a victim of physical abuse (even
Greater than that perpetrated upon women by trump), choosing to place
Her reputation on the hot seat as did Anita Hill due to the fact that both women
Victims of the age-old attitude ‘boys will be boys’ had mustered the courage (twenty
Years apart) necessary to step beyond fear of experiencing repercussions, so
Deeply did both feel compelled to express conscientious need to
Expose the flagrant fouls of bullying power perpetrated by men over
Women as has commonly taken place throughout history whenever
The aforementioned, unspoken attitude: ‘Boys will be boys’ prevails over
Mutually respectful, common decency. And so, once again, we find
A woman surrounded within a roomful of powerful men, whose disdainful
Attitudes 'accuse' the victim of assuming the role of villain for standing up to
Societal silence so as to name her attacker before he assumes one of
The highest offices in the land of the free and the home of the brave as though
Her testimony, baring the attack on her person, was considered no more
Seriously than that of those women victimized by our nation’s supreme leader, who
Continues to whitewash his loose-tongued rhetoric, caught on tape and
Aired throughout the world, as being no more threatening to the dignity of
Womankind than locker room talk, and though caught with his pants down
trump, a sexual predator, (like kavanagh?), was elected to the highest office in
The land, anyway! What? And if, when interviewed (before the FBI’s
Sham of an investigation of Dr. Ford’s allegations), Anita Hill stated that
She believed that change for the better would see Dr. Ford being
Treated with a greater degree of respect than had been offered to her, and
Then if our supreme leader mocked Dr. Ford before the world at large—how
Angered was I by he who consistently personifies the on-going nature of
Disrespect heaped upon women (as well as most others) that proves as
Blatant as that? So if, as a survivor of sexual assault, I feel layers of
Coiled rage emerging from feep within my soul, as trump's repetitive
Disrespectful physical and emotional violations perpetrated upon
The vulnerabilities of womanhood are freed to rant, rave and ridicule as
Though he (and men in general) are the victims at hand, then of course
The next generation of womankind can expect to experience the shock of
Finding themselves held literally within the hot handed grasp of power in
The most disrespectful, barbaric possible way known to mankind, namely
Bodice ripping physical force, hand over mouth silencing terrified screams for
Help or yells exposing fury repressed deep within the subconscious portions of
Our minds such as the ones that jar Will awake in the still of the dark when
Nightmares of yesteryear’s attacks upon the terrorized child whom I had been
Loosen the tautly knotted choke hold that has been recently disempowered from
Strangling my anger's self-assertive voice, which no longer feels gagged—at least
Not during wee hours when tearless, night sweats make themselves known, at last!
As to my being healed from experiencing episodes of PTSD?
Intuition suggests that I've been pretty much headed in the right direction
Not quite there yet, though (rather than dreaming that a demon is chasing
A terrified child, who, upon opening her mouth to scream for help, finds herself
Suffering each next nightmarish attack in silence) night screaming with fear
Has morphed into yelling ragefully indicating progress taking place, little by little
And yet, like Dr. Ford, so many details still remain blocked behind
My wall of denial, and speaking of defensive walls of denial—in addition to
Mine and Dr. Ford’s what of kavanagh’s? What of trump’s? What of kennedy’s?
clinton’s? weinstein’s? spacey’s? countless priests? cosby’s—who
Thank God is jailed! What of trump's pay offs filtering through
The inner sanctum of The Oval Office while thomas and kavanagh are benched!
Sitting in time out? Swapping stories of remorse? I think not!
Sitting with heads hung down in humiliation, like Tom Duly? I hope so, for
Sound reason! (Though I harbor no hope for a remorseful trump, which propels
Me to say: Bullies of the world—LISTEN UP! SIT DOWN!
YOUR TURN TO REIGN 'SUPREME' IS FAST COMING TO AN END!
It’s not Dr. Ford who (personifying womanhood's growing sense of self respect
On the rise, yet again) needs to grow up—Senator Hatch! Ford's maturity ranked
High above kavanaugh's when she came forward—no more a lamb led to
Voice-silenced annihilation—because The Me Too Movement is conjoining with
The Civil Rights’ Movement, at last! Or at least that's my hope, because
Divided we fail, united we prevail, and with that clearly stated—
Heavens to 'Betsy', where is our nation's flag-maker when the time is ripe for
Readiness to stitch and hoist a rainbow colored flag upon a pole, signifying that
Glass ceilings are readily shattering here, there, everywhere, because—people
Including The Dreammakers, are people wherever we go, suggesting why
The sky must be the limit for one and all! As for me, while patiently cheering on
This slow-mo-ever-expanding-movement toward embracing
Change for the better throughout society’s multiple stradas, today’s string of
Insight-laden thoughts has been freed from clamoring for release from
Behind my line of self controlled decorum offering repressed anger sound
Reason to stop churning deep within subconscious tunnels of my brain!
Hooray! And if, rather than a woman named Annie, I was a sage of a good guy
Named Socrates, all I’d say in the aftermath of KNOW THYSELF would be—
CAESAR, TAKE MY HAND AND LET'S DECLARE:
WE'RE MAD! VERY, VERY MAD, INDEED!
FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN, SENATORS, GROW UP—LOOK WITHIN—
FACE THE NATION AS DID COURAGEOUS WOMEN NAMED HILL AND FORD!
I'M NOT SAYING LOCK UP trump and kavanagh—I'M SAYING THAT COME
NOVEMBER, ELECT NO FORKED-TONGUE BULLIES WHO CARE NOT
A FIG FOR YOUR FREEDOMS OR MINE, AND HEAVENS TO BETSY, LET'S DO
WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET OUT THE VOTE AND TAKE PRIDE IN OUR FLAG!
And since giving voice to my fury feels better by far than
Silently choking back coiled layers of repressed anger, day after day
All I have left to say is—WHEW!
When a person who has experienced Takotsubo says that
Swallowing anger is not healthy, over the long run, whereas
Releasing repressed anger in a productive manner is heart healthy, you
Can believe that she knows of what she speaks for this reason:
Coiling layer upon layer of fury within one's brain space leads to
Sudden expulsions of emotionality that prove no more mature than
A power struggling toddler, whose potty mouth has not yet been
Lovingly encouraged to follow in the footsteps of a parent who having
Consistently modeled A Line of Emotional Self Control (while
The think tanks of others are running amuck, like chickens, who've
Literally lost their heads) takes a proactive leadership role while
Engaging in The Cooperation Game, which I've had the good fortune to
Offer to countless families that, over these past forty years, proved eager to
Absorb along with a wide variety of logical problem-solving methods, sweetened
With leadership's respectful sense of humor, and thus has today's insight-driven
Intuitive train of thought spotlighted the fact that all three branches of our
National government need to recreate a bipartisan balance in all things—just
As my homework assignment has been encouraging the emotional portion of
My thought processor to reprocess a rebalanced viewpoint, several times, daily—
Ohhmm ...
Monday, October 15, 2018
RIDDLE—WHAT’S THE OPPOSITE OF GIVING UP?
“Our greatest weakness is giving up
The most certain way to succeed is to try one more time”
—Thomas Edison
The most certain way to succeed is to try one more time”
—Thomas Edison
A TEN FROM LEN!
(Ever wonder if the contestants on "Dancing" have ever performed with hiccups?)
Saturday, October 13, 2018
WHEN IS THE TIME RIPE TO CONSCIOUSLY VENT EMOTIONALITY, PRODUCTIVELY?
Tomorrow’s post (which I began to pen several days back) has need of a prologue—
Why? Because Ravi’s preschool has been on Fall break (Fall break from what? Cohesive learning? I don’t get it.), and as it’s been my good fortune to enjoy quite a bit of time, over this past week, with this precious child’s sweet natured heart, her inquisitive-eager-to-absorb-everything-she-sees-and-hears mind, and her positively focused, highly imaginative spirit, intuition suggests that completing the venting process has need to wait until time to vent, productively, presents itself, naturally.
Having clarified why my heart, mind and spirit experienced sound reason to switch tracks from venting toward consciously appreciating my good fortune to spend as much of my personal time with a person as precious as Ravi (though like all people at all ages, she has her ‘moments’), past experience—concerning holding onto anger, unknowingly, until it bottles up deep inside my subconscious—proved unhealthy, so rather than unconsciously repressing my impassioned reaction to kavanagh’s quick-as-a-blink appointment to the Supreme Court of the land, my conscious decision to vent personal reactions provoked by last week’s events, productively, suggests that any emotionality that emerges naturally while writing will most likely take place when the time is ripe to pen a post without interruption —as for now, I’m off to enjoy Ravi’s weekly soccer game—
PS
Having returned from Ravi's game, I'm glad to say that rainy day soccer saw my grand daughter's pony tails swinging as freely as her spirit was seen springing assertively up and down the field while she participated so wholeheartedly throughout the first half as to have maintained control over the ball until she made a goal, did a victory dance and closed in on scoring two more in a row except for the fact that as she approached the net, her teammate, running along side of her, kicked the next two in. As munchkins have not yet absorbed attitudes based in teamwork, Ravi's shoulders hunched and her smile turned upside down until her coach, spying her age-appropriate, downcast reaction, ran to her side and won her smile back by offering up one of his own along with a lively high five! Second half saw Ravi too busy catching raindrops on her tongue to play attentively, and up until a gentle rain turned into a drenching downpour, shortening the end of the game, a good time was had by all—LOL!
As for now, it's October, worst allergy month for me.
Why? Grass is being 'rotor-rootered' all over the city landscape
Most especially on nearby golf courses in readiness to
Plant winter lawns, causing my eyes to tear nonstop, which is
Why, at this moment in time, my itchy eyes are longing to
Close and nap in hopes of awakening to find reddened lids feeling
Somewhat soothed as tears, rivering cheekily down my face
Have ceased to flow before we ready ourselves to enjoy
An evening with two couples at a favorite eating spot close to
Home where a birthday and anniversary will be celebrated by all—
As to when my plan to vent suppressed anger, productively, will
Bear fruit? Hopefully before too long—Seriously—
It's always something, right? Like the fact that today's video
Meant to be entertaining, is irritating my peace of mind just like
Grass cuttings have been irritating my eyes—Grrr ...
Why? Because Ravi’s preschool has been on Fall break (Fall break from what? Cohesive learning? I don’t get it.), and as it’s been my good fortune to enjoy quite a bit of time, over this past week, with this precious child’s sweet natured heart, her inquisitive-eager-to-absorb-everything-she-sees-and-hears mind, and her positively focused, highly imaginative spirit, intuition suggests that completing the venting process has need to wait until time to vent, productively, presents itself, naturally.
Baking pumpkin muffins—Ravi's favorite and Gramma's, too!
A ten from Len!
Having clarified why my heart, mind and spirit experienced sound reason to switch tracks from venting toward consciously appreciating my good fortune to spend as much of my personal time with a person as precious as Ravi (though like all people at all ages, she has her ‘moments’), past experience—concerning holding onto anger, unknowingly, until it bottles up deep inside my subconscious—proved unhealthy, so rather than unconsciously repressing my impassioned reaction to kavanagh’s quick-as-a-blink appointment to the Supreme Court of the land, my conscious decision to vent personal reactions provoked by last week’s events, productively, suggests that any emotionality that emerges naturally while writing will most likely take place when the time is ripe to pen a post without interruption —as for now, I’m off to enjoy Ravi’s weekly soccer game—
PS
Having returned from Ravi's game, I'm glad to say that rainy day soccer saw my grand daughter's pony tails swinging as freely as her spirit was seen springing assertively up and down the field while she participated so wholeheartedly throughout the first half as to have maintained control over the ball until she made a goal, did a victory dance and closed in on scoring two more in a row except for the fact that as she approached the net, her teammate, running along side of her, kicked the next two in. As munchkins have not yet absorbed attitudes based in teamwork, Ravi's shoulders hunched and her smile turned upside down until her coach, spying her age-appropriate, downcast reaction, ran to her side and won her smile back by offering up one of his own along with a lively high five! Second half saw Ravi too busy catching raindrops on her tongue to play attentively, and up until a gentle rain turned into a drenching downpour, shortening the end of the game, a good time was had by all—LOL!
As for now, it's October, worst allergy month for me.
Why? Grass is being 'rotor-rootered' all over the city landscape
Most especially on nearby golf courses in readiness to
Plant winter lawns, causing my eyes to tear nonstop, which is
Why, at this moment in time, my itchy eyes are longing to
Close and nap in hopes of awakening to find reddened lids feeling
Somewhat soothed as tears, rivering cheekily down my face
Have ceased to flow before we ready ourselves to enjoy
An evening with two couples at a favorite eating spot close to
Home where a birthday and anniversary will be celebrated by all—
As to when my plan to vent suppressed anger, productively, will
Bear fruit? Hopefully before too long—Seriously—
It's always something, right? Like the fact that today's video
Meant to be entertaining, is irritating my peace of mind just like
Grass cuttings have been irritating my eyes—Grrr ...
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