Posted on July 17, 2013 by amanda
I haven’t had the heart to announce on this blog that my darling little Winston passed away in April. He was twelve and a half years old and had developed diabetes, type one, of course. Insulin shots could possibly have prolonged his life for awhile but he was terrified of needles and there was no way I could administer them. His passing left such a hole in my heart that I relented in June and found a Bichon puppy to love. I thank God for the years I had my sweet Winston. I will always miss him.
I’ve also made a decision to begin an astrology service and put all those years of study and experimentation to use. I’ve come to feel I may finally have something to contribute during this time of earthly turmoil. We shall see. I will soon begin my new blog, Astrology Revolution. My fiction writing has been stuck in limbo for some time so I’m leaving it here for now to see if it speaks to me again.
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Posted on July 14, 2013 by amanda
Did you know there’s a place in the back of your mind
That’s gathering dust?
A place where you’ve stored things
Over the years
Just for awhile, you said
Until you have more time
Until you have more money
Sometimes a small beam of light flickers from this dark place
In the back of your mind
And you wonder, briefly, what it was
But then it goes out and you forget to wonder….
They still wait there, you know, beneath the dust on the shelf in the dark place in the back of your mind
To trigger your memory
And bring back your future
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Posted on May 22, 2013 by amanda
As far as I know the question of which came first has never been decided, but I’ll vote for the chicken who laid the first egg. Imagine her shock when, exhausted, she rested upon the mysterious result of her labor. Perhaps she waited, curious as to what would happen next.
Warmth, a mysterious movement. The thing beneath her cracked! The chicken rose to see a tiny being emerge. Cheep Cheep! And she was never the same after that. She paraded around the barnyard, the tiny thing wobbling after her. They passed the rooster, who crowed. The chicken ignored the arrogant fellow. And then briefly wondered why he was passing out cigars.
Sorry, but I couldn’t resist posting this. I ran across it in some of my old writings and it made me laugh so I thought maybe it would make you laugh too.
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Posted on March 27, 2013 by amanda
I have no dog in this fight. After two marriages I’ve learned marriage is not for me. I’m much happier being single. Not that I didn’t give each marriage a good go, fifteen years for the first, seventeen for the second. And I truly loved each of my husbands. Until I didn’t love them anymore. We do not need to go into the reasons why, but there you have it.
But I still love my children– from the first marriage– and always will. I thank God for blessing me with them. I’m on the outs with two of my three daughters. But that’s another story. They are old enough (one just turned 52, the other is almost 49) to know if they still want me in their lives or not. Apparently not. And that’s okay because I believe everyone should have free choice, especially about how they live their life, and who they live it with, or without.
Which brings me back to the reason for this post. I believe in love, freely given, never coerced or denied, between consenting adults. And if they want to bind themselves together with marriage, so be it, and if they want to break the bonds of marriage they have that right too. There are too many laws about things the government has no business in and I believe those laws should be abolished.
We’ve come a long way in the past fifty-two years since my first child was born. I was a young 21-year-old who moved to a strange city, got involved with a married man and was pregnant. At that time unwed mothers were looked down on by society (my, how things have changed!) so I had to choose between disgracing myself and my family or accepting marriage with a stranger (who offered) or having an abortion. I did the “right thing” and accepted marriage to a friend of my child’s father rather than have the abortion. I had three more wonderful children and have never, ever regreted my decision
However, my eldest child became an unmangeable 14-year-old, provoking my husband to tell her the truth about her birth (he had always refused to allow me to tell her). He told her in the worst way. Later he and I were divorced, the daughter became pregnant at fifteen and had an abortion. Later she married and had five children. She also joined the Catholic Church and became a right-to-lifer, ready to do battle with the pro-choice people, citing 50 million murders to our credit. Yes, I believe in freedom of choice, and support Roe Vs. Wade.
Her interpretation of my pro-choice stand was that I “wished I’d aborted her” which was completely untrue. I told her often how much I loved her and how glad I was that I’d had her. But now she has a story to tell and I’m sure she’s spreading it far. “I was almost aborted!” “I’m a survivor”. She’s a heroine and I am the evil person who “wanted” to kill her.
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Posted on March 9, 2013 by amanda
A positive attitude can improve the quality of our life, often leading us to heights of joy. However, in finding our way as human beings, we are also vulnerable to emotional pain; even on the road to joy we become derailed by times of sorrow. One day when I asked my elderly mother a question about the past, she said, “I don’t want to remember the past, honey. It hurts too much.”
Now that I’ve reached my own twilight years and more fully understand my mother’s pain, I’ve also discovered something else. The things that hurt the most to remember now are the pains I numbed myself to when they were fresh. Even though I had this terrible ache inside, I refused to grieve. I told myself that, like Scarlett, I would deal with it tomorrow.
Some hurts I even denied, burying them so deep I’m shocked when they release fresh arrows of pain from the past into my heart. Others I rationalized by telling myself how lucky I was, that the hurt could’ve been far worse. That I had no right to feel pain because other people had it so much worse than I did. Counting my blessings.
I do believe in counting my blessings. Not by denying or ignoring my pain but doing so while also acknowledging that I have a right to grieve for my loss even while I feel grateful for my blessings.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Psalms 30:5
So, when your heart is heavy it is better to allow yourself to experience and express the grief until it has wrung itself out. The tears of grief are cleansing your soul, making it ready to once again receive joy.
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