A rainy day


Emerging From The Dark Night


A rainy day

Draws me inward

As I draw comfort from the depths of my inner world

A day of blissful surrender spent



Contemplating life

How blessed I am

To have these gifts

An awesome mind

A heart that feels

A vision that can embrace


And even though before

I lay down with my hurt

Like a wounded animal that bled

And wanted only for it to end

When I faced it new life came in

As the cells in my body

Once again rearranged

To fill the empty places opened

With love and light

And as old pain left

New wisdom came

Like new life comes

With falling rain

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Lament — A Dynamite word to add to your Lexicon /Wanting To Go Home — Fighting for a Future




Lament:  A Dynamite word to add to your Lexicon

Lament:  A Dynamite Word to add to your Lexicon

I have been in the Clinic for two weeks today. I am desperate to go home as I am feeling very homesick but my psychiatrist wants me to stay another week and my psychotherapist agrees. If I was honest the ‘present day 2018 Erin’ is homesick and wants to go home to the farm and…

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Toxic Behaviours: Examples of Unhealthy Boundaries — Fighting for a Future


Photo by Richard Lee on Unsplash Do you know how to make someone respect your boundaries? Would you know what to say or do to keep your boundaries firm? Most people struggle with boundaries because we, as a society, tend to see things at face value and with the intent of communicating in a peaceful manner. We hardly…

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♫ Home ♫


Filosofa's Word

A rare visit to one of the blogs I follow made me think of this song, and it got stuck, as songs are wont to do, inside my head.

Home was Michael Bublé’s breakthrough song.  He wrote this song for his then-fiancée, Debbie Timuss, describing the pain of being away from her. His song “Lost” was also inspired by her, but it was about their break up after a relationship of 8 years.

Michael Bublé

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I want to go home

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just want to go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that…

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What I Learned from my Dog about PTSD


Barking Back

When the Brindle Dog was young, she was amazingly strong and focused. Her parents were bred for police work in the Netherlands, and that likely would have been her destiny as well if I hadn’t scooped her up as a house pet.

She could swim or train for hours. She would never give up on a task unless called off. She could joyfully chase a ball or Kong in the park for hours with breathtaking stamina and endurance. She took pride in her ability to execute commands perfectly, and she was also an enterprising problem-solver.

As she aged and got sick, her stamina waned. She weakened. She started to get confused. As her cataracts spread, as her hearing diminished, and as her cancer extended its tentacles and tumours further into her body, the Brindle Dog began to stumble and fall. Her back legs would sometimes give out. She would struggle…

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How I became Houdini the Dancing cat — Katzenworld


The post How I became Houdini the Dancing cat appeared first on Katzenworld – Welcome to the world of cats!. How I became Houdini the Dancing cat I was adopted at a rather young age of about 4 weeks old. The previous owners of me, named me Houdini because I was always trying to escape!…

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