Just thinking, I wish my thighs would slim down as quickly as my wallet.
Another revelation or a bit of grief evolution.
I realized something in the wee hours of the morning, when I really wanted to be asleep. I was thinking I was so frustrated with a loved one for lacking self-discipline and continuing unhealthy habits. Then my mind wondered to another person I criticized for sloth; and yet another who described me in a unflattering way and stung my feelings.
Suddenly, I realized – I wasn’t frustrated with these other people at all. I was mad at me!! I am mad as hell at ME!! I am mad at me for not exercising self-discipline and losing weight.
I am mad at me for lounging, wasting time and being slothful – when I have chores to do, tasks I once enjoyed.
The only reason the hurtful description cut me so deeply, is because I believe it – I look in the mirror and all I see is tired, fat, and old.
I am just angry at me. I really don’t like that old lady in the mirror.
These others have no power over me – and I have none over them. We are each the potter’s hands, and I am not the potter. I cannot make someone else make better choices and clearly I am not making the best choices for me.
“And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?”
GOD, please forgive me for wrong thoughts. I clearly have a beam in my own eye and I need to roll up my sleeves and get to work on pulling it out. OK, so HOW? Grief is so heavy, it ways on me. When I want to exercise or clean the garage or clean out the tack room – I have all this extra weight, both in my heart and on my bum! I am wide awake at 5 am, but I struggle to drag out of bed by 6:30. It takes all my strength to work all day and then do just my daily chores– let alone major cleaning and upkeep. My brain keeps cycling back to, “What’s the point?” “Why try?” “It hurts!”
Come on ME!! Get it together. What would I say to ME – if ME was my best friend? I would say, “It’s OK, don’t be so hard on yourself. I am here for you. I care. How can I help?”
Well, ME – maybe instead of trying to fix everything all at once, just set three tiny goals – for a 24-hour period. OK, here goes, after I get home from work and do daily chores – I will also complete three tasks from my To Do List:
- I will sweep the feed room.
- I will give Baby Dog a haircut, at least around her backside.
- Tomorrow morning, I will make sure to be up by 6:15.
With GOD’s help, that all seems doable, not too overwhelming. Oh, and maybe I will give me a little hug. I think ME really needs it.
It is unbearably hot here in Virginia. But the horses and goose and cat need care. I scrubbed the water trough and both goose pools. Everyone has fresh water and the barn fans are running.
And my head is pounding.
OK, I don’t want to run to the Excedrine every time I get a head ache. I am trying more natural remedies.
I turned off all the lights and relaxed for 20 minutes. I think that made it worse.
I drank a full bottle of water.
I drank a cup of coffee for my caffeine fix.
Still the little hammer is slamming away in my head. And still there are chores to be done.
OK, before I take the top off this Excedrine bottle, any other natural suggestions?
OK, I know my oil painting on barn slate looks more like an oil spill than a sea scape, but it is good therapy. My husband commented on the highlights of yellow. (He was trying to be polite and supportive, bless him) I was a little surprised because I only used a touch of yellow for a sun. Upon closer inspection, I realized my Cheetos snacks ended up in my white paint. Hmmm – a new medium??
It doesn’t matter what others see, I believe these SKY signs are from you, my son.
Sharing another one of my many favorite quotes from:
The Lakota Way: Stories and Lessons for Living by Joseph M. Marshall III
In the book, an older gentleman was speaking of death: “It doesn’t end here. It goes on in another place, on the other side….One doesn’t travel alone.”
This gives me great comfort today. I know my son is gone from ME in this place – but he is not gone. His spirit, his essence is “Going ON” in the presence of GOD – on the other side.
I have been traveling grief road for 29 months. One day, I was a very happy person – then my world exploded. I became very isolated – personal connections, my connections – all seemed to snap under the weight of the grief.
I lost connection with friends – who weren’t really friends at all.
I lost connection with family – who meant well, but didn’t understand.
I lost connection with my husband of 37 years. We were both in pain, but grieving differently. I had nothing to give when he needed to receive, and I was SO angry.
I lost connection with my hobbies, my pleasures, my sanity, my common sense – I lost connection with ME.
This broken ME became isolated from the outside world, and only existed inside my head – along with the monsters, the demons of dark thoughts. My only connections were my spirit helpers – my animals.
I never fully lost connection with GOD, but the communication had a lot of static and reception was poor on my end. Sometimes I just went through the motions – I said the words of my daily prayers, while my thoughts and heart were not connected.
I now understand, to heal on this journey – I must rebuild and reconnect.
First – I am working to rebuild, reconnect with GOD. I know HE never left me. Mathew 28:20 promises “I am with you always, even unto the ends of the world.” I know this to be true. Instead of simply uttering words, I am learning to sit still and listen. I hear HIS voice in the breeze, in the chatter of the birds, in ME.
Next, I need to rebuild my connections to the world.
I do not wish to re-connect with some friends. I will bid farewell to fair weather friends – and miss them not. I have no ill will, just no energy to spare. My circle of friends is much smaller, but the connections are powerful and strong.
My connections with family may never be the same, but I am trying to mend them. We are all trying.
My connection with my husband is slowly improving – well, maybe that is not the right word. Maybe the right word is evolving. Our connection MUST be different. We are different. We are not only connected by our marriage, our love – we are connected by a terrible loss. In the last few months, I made an effort to speak a little softer and listen a little more closely to my partner. He picked up on the change and he is doing the same. We are walking this journey together.
I am back in my craft room, painting rocks – I even have a sewing project started. The monsters and the demons of dark thoughts still come – but now I am looking for the light.
If you are on a painful journey, I pray you will have spirit helpers and light.
I pray you can Connect.
As I began my grief journey, lost in pain and confusion – I searched many Christian books for comfort. Book after book did not “speak” to me. Please understand, my faith in GOD never wavered. My love for Jesus never faltered. I simply did not feel nourished and comforted by these books. They were great books but they were not right for me and my journey.
I stumbled upon a Lakota author: Joseph M. Marshall III
I feel GOD led me to this author – HE knew best what I needed. I am grateful.
Mr. Marshall’s books speak to me – I feel the wisdom in his writings, first with Keep Going: The Art of Perseverance and then with The Lakota Way: Stories and Lessons for Living by and I hope many more.
In every chapter, every story, I find a treasure. I will not be fooled by Iktomi.
Today, I am sharing a favorite from The Lakota Way:
“When there are people in need, take their hands”
Simple and powerful – philosophy for life.
Our spirits needed a lift, Mommy and Daddy were feeling low. Baby Dawg to the rescue in her Super Girl Suit
I feel like I live my life behind a thin veil. I hide all my pain, grief, and dark thoughts behind a thin veil of the proper smile and the proper composure – just a veil.
Sorry, this is one of those nights of random thoughts.
I know GOD is with me – HE said so. But there is so much I just don’t understand. I know, just trust HIM. I do – but it still hurts. The loss is so great is sucks the light out of me, thus the need for the veil.
Time for gathered stones. I gathered up a wonderful “potato” rock on my recent trail ride. I think this rock wants to be a bear paw. Time to paint. Time to craft and let the tears fall – time to throw off the veil and work on some healing.
I will try to sleep tomorrow.