Posts Tagged ‘stress’

Smile

Friday, August 13th, 2010

Shining through the
Mirky
Inside,
Light
Emerges

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The Week Before Christmas (aka Car Wars)

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the town,
All the creatures were shopping, and pushing horns down.
“Hoooonk!!!” went the horns, “Get out of my way!
Don’t you know Christmas is just a few days away?!”
The parking lots were full with cars and shoppers galore,
Everyone pushing and shoving to get to the store.
It mattered not that it’s a time for good cheer,
Or that they had all known it was coming all year.
This was the week for their gift shopping to do,
Making going for groceries a hazard to you.
I drove along carefully, knowing no one would yield,
With their last minute shopper personality revealed.
When off to my left there arose such a clatter,
I quickly turned my head to see what was the matter.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bright flash,
Seems two hurried up shoppers their cars they did crash.
One of them yelled, “Hey watch where you go!”
The other one said, “I couldn’t stop on the snow!”
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an officer’s car, with eight flashing lights clear,
With a burly young driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Sgt. Nick.
More rapid than shoppers, his badges they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called the drivers by name;
“Now, Billy! Now, Joey! Just what did you do?
Seems that I’ve got to write tickets for you two!
To the side of my car! Spread your hands and stand tall!
Don’t dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
Let this shopping adventure be a lesson to you,
Get started in January, whatever you do!

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Rough Road Ahead – Next 12 Miles

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

“Rough Road Ahead – Next 12 Miles” reads the sign.  I was travelling home from a day of blessed solitude in my heart’s home – The Adirondack Mountains.  Winding back from Blue Mountain Lake, I thought, “I’m so grateful to have that warning.”  Usually, when there’s rough road ahead in my life, there is no warning.  No sign.  But here, on my daytrip, I could prepare.  I could slow down.  I could heighten my awareness.  I could assess my surroundings.  I could be careful. 

In day to day life, there aren’t such warnings or, if there are, the sign is too small to see.  The rough road appears out of nowhere.  A smooth, beautiful morning suddenly turns rocky during a disagreement in the early part of the day.  Or a relaxing evening becomes stress-filled because someone is not participating in our family in a positive way.  During these times, I wish there had been a sign warning “rough road ahead” so that I could slow down, take a deep breath, and pay attention.  Without getting caught up in my emotions, blinded by my anger, I could handle the bumpy terrain in a more skillful way.  How can I make that happen?

The sign even tells me for how long these conditions will last – 12 miles.  I can glance at my odometer and take note  so I’ll know when to expect the rough road to come to an end.  However, during my day, just as the beginning is a surprise, so, too, is the end.  Suddenly things will smooth over and I might not even notice because my emotions are still shaky or my mind is stuck in the stories of the past.  My mind is still riding that rough road.  No, the end is not apparent immediately.  Nor will the beginning of the next patch be. 

In my new marriage and my new stepfamily, the road is rough.  The children don’t want to be part of this adventure; this partnership that my husband and I have created.  Friends bold enough to speak to this topic have advised me that the first year will be the hardest.  12 rough months not 12 rough miles.  “How can they know?”, I wonder.  Is there a sign?  With nothing else to cling to but hope, I feel reassured by this verbal sign.  I’ve (we’ve all) survived 3 months so far.  Nine to go.  Whew! 

I hope their wisdom, my only sign to go by, is right.

patty love
Copyright 2009

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