Dagmar, a young elven princess, accompanies her father on a voyage to a dark and dangerous world in the hopes of preventing war from breaking out between her people and the dark elves of Svartálfheimr, but the peace is broken when the elven chief is murdered. Dagmar, the only survivor of the massacre, is now stranded in a world full of enemies. Vowing vengeance for her father’s killer, she flees to the neighbouring kingdom and places her life in the hands of the most fearsome dark elf ever known. Bound by an oath to the dark side and seduced by the dark elven king, bloodthirsty Svartálfar will turn an innocent girl into a cold blooded killer who will stop at nothing to have her revenge, but will she lose herself to the darkness as each step she takes carries her ever further from home and the girl she once was, or will she become the light amidst the shadows?
So, what do you think of my series and book title and pitch? Does it leave you wanting more? Are you desperate to read my book? If not, tell me why.
Hey there fellow bloggers! After a very long hiatus, I’m happy to announce, I have found the motivation to get back to editing the first installment of my trilogy! I’m picking up editing at chapter 8, though it’s possible I already did that one.
For those of you who don’t know, this is just a final review of my manuscript, to proofread before taking the next step towards getting my book published.
O, I can really use all the support I can get right now as I inch ever closer to my goal! Help me build up my audience by spreading the word to anyone who might enjoy a fantasy series centered around the conflicts between elves, dark elves, and Midgard!
And now, as I probably only have another hour to work before my boyfriend gets back with the children, I wish you all a wonderful Sunday! Until next time….
So, I decided to open my own Etsy shop! I’ve only posted one item for sale for now, as I need to prep other products before adding them to my shop. This is my first attempt to sell on Etsy, and although I don’t expect to sell loads of stuff, I do hope I will have a little success selling things I make. My favourite homemade products are natural skin care products. My background in massage therapy is helpful, as I’ve relied on my own skills for making my own professional products to use in my massage practice, and I continue to make my own hand and body creams.
The cream I have currently listed on my shop is a healing basalm for soothing and healing severely dry, chapped skin and conditions like eczema or other skin blemishes. It’s not so ideal as a normal moisturising hand cream, due to the honey, which makes it slightly sticky.
I made some for the children because their hands were so raw from excessive handwashing, the result of this panic over the Corona virus. It has helped so much, and their hands healed in just a few days! The honey might be sticky, but it is the magic ingredient!
I didn’t add any fragrance to this basalm, because the honey and natural beeswax already smells so wonderful, that personally, I think it is perfect just as it is!
That’s all for now. I hope everyone has a wonderful afternoon!
Hi there everyone! I expect you all have given up on me, since I rarely post anymore, but I’m still here. Just to consumed by my immediate surroundings to have time for the virtual realms.
I’m writing today to share a few thoughts about this Corona situation.
To me it isn’t so terrifying, it isn’t even a real crisis in my opinion. While everyone outside my immediate family is glued to screens, obsessing over the news and orders to hide out in their homes and avoid all unnecessary contact with other people, we have been enjoying time outside in the warmer weather. We started Geocaching with the children, which has led us on unexpected adventures. We all feel so calm and at ease here, as well as a few friends who don’t buy into all the hype. Even our family doctor shares our views.
For me it is clear that the answer isn’t to get ourselves into a panic and frenzy over all the headlines and Draconian orders coming out, but rather to disconnect from all that fear mongering and get outside. Rediscover our connection to Grandmother Earth. Trust and Go Forward. Fear causes us to freeze or flee. But you can’t run from this, and living in fear won’t solve anything.
Trust. Trust that there is a greater purpose to this new viral strain. Although we cannot see it yet, trust that nature will run its course and that we will come out stronger when this has blown over. Reach deep into the heart of our Grandmother Earth and find peace there. Reach up high to Grandfather Sky, where the eagles soar, to find wisdom there.
All the rest is just distractions, pulling you out of balance, causing you to lose your sense of self and to lose your connection to all that really matters. Embrace the moment, for you never know when it will be your last.
Enjoy this time when life has slowed down. Spend time with family and loved ones. Take care to protect those who are vulnerable, but don’t hide and cower in fear.
Relax and just breathe. We will survive this and life will go on. Take this opportunity to learn something about yourself and your place in this world, to grow.
With this post I will be encroaching on a sensitive and complex topic. Please try to be patient and understanding and read with open hearts as I try to convey in words my feelings and intuitions regarding an extremely delicate subject.
Before I delve into the depths, I wish to forewarn readers of possible triggers. Please understand it is not my intent to offend or hurt anyone, nor diminish the very real suffering and wounds of generations past and the burdens that we Americans carry.
America, as we all know, has a very dark beginning, even amidst the noble aims of many of those who fled to the new world seeking a fresh start. When our ancestors left their homelands, whether by choice or by force, it is safe to assume that many carried their baggage with them, thus perpetuating many of the evils they sought to escape, or suffered the ordeals of slavery, servitude, and abuse.
We all know that a large part of the American colonies were built upon the sweat and blood of slaves, but slavery is a far more complicated subject than we are taught. Not all slaves were of African origins, and not all slaves were treated equally. Nor were all slave holders the same. Some were truly vile, some simply benign in their ignorance. I do not mean to justify or condone the practice, so please do not mistake my meaning. I simply wish to point out that not all of African origins were victims, and not all of European origins were slave holders. In fact, only a very small percentage of Caucasian Americans were slave owners, but that does not diminish the irreparable harm that was caused to countless men, women and children, regardless of their ethnic origins. It was a great evil, and a great stain on our history. So was the genocide and utterly unforgivable mistreatment of the Native Americans. But we cannot undo the past. We cannot erase our history, as so many people now seek to do.
However, there are wounds to be healed and much work to be done, but I feel quite strongly that it is not the sort of work that most would expect. It is clear that we carry the burdens of our ancestors, whether they were victims or the transgressors, as do all people the world over. With he exception of those elders who may have endured the degradation of racial segregation and prejudice and the consequences of such treatment, or those who may have been the perpetrators of such atrocious deeds, current generations had no part in these things. We are neither responsible nor the victims of America’s darker history. I do not mean to say that we have solved our our problems. We certainly have many ailments and wickedness to remedy in the States, but not on the scale experienced by past generations.
Rather, I believe we have countless lost souls still waiting to be put to rest. Many of you may scoff at such notions, for we live in an era that seeks to deny all but the material existence and the spirit that resides in all lifeforms. For hundreds of years, westerners in particular, but also many other people throughout the world have had their indigenous way of life stripped from them, often through force, cruelty and violence, and it still continues to this day in those parts of the world where indigenous people still exist. We have been robbed of our connection to our ancestors, to the realm of spirit, and of our roots. We are many people adrift in the world, lost, just like the ghosts of past generations. If we do not rectify this, we will never overcome all that ails us.
It is time to put our ghosts to rest. Whatever your beliefs regarding the afterlife, whatever your religion, or lack thereof, please, recognise the needs of these lost souls to find some peace. Guide them home.
Good place to start, is with the loved ones you still remember who have passed on. Where you feel a connection, there your work will be the strongest. Acknowledge them, honour them, and raise them to their rightful place as your honoured ancestors. Whether they lived a good life or not, whether they suffered or committed terrible deeds, offer them the kindness they did not receive in life or that they did not deserve in life, and let them be cleansed of their troubles. Remind them, that whatever they experienced in life, their story has ended and a new chapter has begun. Invite them to guide you, so that you will neither repeat their mistakes, nor find yourself suffering the same fates they experienced.
It is time to open our hearts to the inexhaustible ocean of love that lies within the depths of each and every one of us. We only have to want it enough to seek it.
If your ancestors may have participated in the abuse of the victims of past genocide, slavery, or discrimination, perhaps finding some way to make amends on their behalf to both the living and the dead would help. Speak to your ghosts, put them to rest and acknowledge them as your ancestors, and explain to them how such things were wrong, and that you do not condone their deeds. Only then, make amends on their behalf.
For those of you who are the descendants of disenfranchised peoples, victims of mass transgressions, let you ghosts know that their suffering need not continue, that the worst has passed, so they can be at peace. Then guide them home to their place amongst your ancestors, with love. Speak to them, and express your wishes to offer forgiveness on their behalf, so that these wounds can heal, and you and future generations can be free of such a heavy burden. For none of us can move forward into a future of peace and prosperity so long as we carry burdens of history upon our backs.
It is time to heal these wounds and move forward with love and forgiveness in our hearts. We cannot undo the past, but we can all learn from it and we can grow, but only after we have put our ghosts to rest. So long as we are haunted by troubled, lost souls, we can never be free.
In closing, I truly hope my message comes across as I sincerely intend it, but if I have opened up pain in anyone’s heart or caused anyone unintended offense, I offer my sincerest apologies. My only wish is to help all of us to heal and make this a better world that when we came into it.
May we all ne blessed with lives filled with love and joy!
Hanging over the edge of the disc! The view of the Great A′tuin and the four elephants riding on her back is spectacular! Don’t be surprised if I’m not back to my writing and blogging anytime soon. It’s very easy to get distracted out here!
Seriously, life has swept me up into its torrential current, leaving me with very little time and energy to work on my writing projects. But now that winter is here and my baby is seven months old and crawling, hopefully things will settle down enough to at least get the first book polished up and ready to go.
Richmond Park, London, England (Image: Getty Images/National Geographic Creativ)
(Image: Getty Images/National Geographic Creativ)
It must be the time of year, because I’m feeling all writerly again! My inspiration is gradually returning. In the last week I’ve started easing into a project I’m planning with a fried. We’ve been saving up all our ideas for over a year, and it feels like the time is write.
Is it just me, or do other people get that creative energy as autumn approaches?
What does it mean to be a writer? How do you see yourself? How do family and friends see you? How does everyone else see you? What do you do when the motivation to write isn’t there? Or when your creative energy produces less than a page of words?
I have good days and bad days. Some days I’ll get on a roll and hammer out page after page. All my energy goes into each word and I’m flying high. Other days, I have a goal to write, turn on the laptop, get settled in, look at the screen, then shut it down. Nope, just not happening. Then there are days like today. I do a little work, get some files organised for a project. It isn’t much, but it’s something, and I’m ok with that. Then someone comes along and accuses me of doing nothing. When I show my work, little as it is, and try to explain myself— “Excuses!” Yep! That’s all it is! Just excuses.
I’m sure most of the writers on here will get it, and probably even have methods for dealing with the lags in their creative process. But for me, it’s no good if I try to force it. I have editing to do, and yeah, I can do that. But it’s not like the thrill of creating, and my life is pretty overloaded right now, so I’m not feeling it.
Anyway, judging me or putting pressure on me is not the way to motivate me. Get me engaged and excited about something. Get me talking and sharing. Show some enthusiasm and so will I. That’s how to motivate me.
People keep making this ridiculous argument that the wording of the 2nd Amendment permits the government to put any and all restrictions on the possession (keeping) and carrying (bearing) of firearms (arms) so long as someone, somewhere is allowed to keep something, even if it’s only a tethered cork popgun. Any such restrictions are not an “infringement” because “well-regulated.”
I’m way behind on my gardening. The garden beds are overgrown with weeds, and there are seeds to be collected for the next season’s planting. However, the beans are thriving in their garden jungle! In fact, it is quite urgent to get them harvested before the beans get any bigger. There are tomatoes and pumpkins growing amongst the beans, compliments of our compost.
Harvesting the beans was my top priority, so with the help of my new roommate, we got most of them picked, except for the ones too high for use to reach (we are both very tall. I’m 5’10” and Jen is a couple inches taller). Then we took a stroll through the greenhouse where I have a section for my own use. There were vine ripened tomatoes, summer squash, and coriander seeds. There are also peppers, but I’m not in any hurry to pick them, since I’m not ready to use them. I can’t wait for the tomatillos to be ready so I can make salsa Verde.
I was listening to an audio my boyfriend played for me by Subonfu (not sure how to spell her name) in which she was discussing the value of receiving and the difference between that and taking.
The way she told it, when a person gives of their own will, and in turn when the person to whom that generosity is bequeathed accepts that gift graciously, it is in some way a sign of abundance.
The alternative is to take what someone cannot spare to give. She talked about how Western society is taught to feel unworthy or to struggle with receiving and to think that if we accept help or generosity from others it is to leave us indebted to the giver. That is a from view and also assumes disparity, that there isn’t enough to share. So, when we receive, we honour the giver and we encourage abundance. To me it feels like how our thoughts and feelings can shape our reality. Giving is easy. Receiving is so much harder. This is definitely true for me. I can really relate to what she said about feelings of guilt or indebtedness when someone gives to me. It is a struggle to overcome those feelings, and I found her words inspiring.
Another thing came to mind while listening to her. She was speaking from the position of the individual, but when applied to a larger scale, to a community or a state or nation, her words have the ability to drastically reshape our collective views regarding social welfare. And it occured to me that by relying on force to take from some to give to others is counterproductive. It creates resentment in a lot of people for not being allowed to give of their own free will and it creates a sense of entitlement on those who receive welfare. Subonfu talked about this at the individual level and what kind of impact this has, and she comes from one of the poorest countries on earth! Of course, there will always be a need to help others, but rather than doing so through forced taxation, wouldn’t it be wonderful and so much better if people could give freely as they see fit? And this brings us back to what is truly lacking in our Western societies: a sense of community. We live in neighbourhoods where we know so few of our neighbours, if at all. We live only for ourselves and maybe those within our immediate families, but gone are the days when extended family meant something to us, and when the village was a strong, close-knit community. Subonfu spoke about how her people were so close that there were no secrets and nothing was really private, because they were like one family. And in such community, everyone has their place, their purpose. Everyone pulls together to get the work done, to provide for the tribe, and to help one another.
Meaningful change starts within the individual, in each and every one of us. And when we change ourselves for the better, we change the world through the example we show.
I really enjoyed this blog post. Quite insightful, in my humble opinion. Please click on the link to view the whole post. The following excerpt is what caught my attention most.
When I was still dean of an Interfaith Seminary, all of the instructors were required to assist with an end of the year retreat for the students. Lasting for three days, it was an intensive weekend of workshops, seminars, and ritual work designed to help the students prepare for their eventual ordination. It was quite enjoyable for the most part. During one of the workshops – this one student-led—the participants/audience were asked to call out words that defined their spirituality,and what was important therein. I said “duty.” When I uttered that word you could feel the pall descend over the sweet little new agers. They were sointenselydisturbed by the word that no one wanted to write it down (it carries all those nasty connotations don’t you know, like responsibility, maturity, focus, and discipline). Finally the student leading the workshop said ‘Joyful duty.’ It was my turn to be perplexed: what does emotion have to do with it? That is completely and utterly irrelevant. It does not matter if one’s duty is joyful or not, what matters is doing it. If we only did those things that brought us joy, what an insipid world this would be. It really highlighted for me the gulf between me and so many people that I meet. This is also why I dislike definitions of a Deity as “love” or of piety as ‘love.’ What happens when you’re not feeling the joy, does your practice go out the window? One would hope not. Duty is the torch that can guide one through those periods of darkness. To prioritize our emotions in the course of doing what is right is to make the process all about us and not what is right. I find little merit in doing this.
What if we were able to eat more broadly, and more locally? What if food wasn’t traded internationally for the profits of those who only get their hands dirty playing the markets? What if we had more food security around the world, and less dependence on the big companies that control seed, pesticides, herbicides and fertilisers?
What if the food you eat is a key underpinning of capitalism? What would changing people’s diets do to the world’s political structures?
I’m surprised more people aren’t talking about this. It’s been known for some years that the signals from cell towers are not entirely benign. I heard about a study done a while back where people in populated German towns who were experiencing frequent headaches and other problems were temporarily relocated to a place in the mountains where there were no cell towers and all their problems cleared up. Just as an example. Now they want to roll out a heavier dose and hardly anyone notices or cares. I’m glad I live in a rural community, but it isn’t remote enough for what is coming.
…to be helpful.As some of you may already know, my boyfriend and I have four children between us, and believe me, managing a house full of kids, two of whom are pretty much out of control, is an overwhelming challenge! The house looks like a war zone most of the time, and we are running ourselves ragged trying to do damage control. So, after much distress, and pleading, shouting, and ranting, I devised a plan to motivate these unruly children to appreciate how much work there is and to do their part.Introducing the Score Chart!Children get one stamp for every chore they complete, no matter how big or small. If it is helpful, it counts. Now, with multiple children of different ages, I tell the older kids to offer to let the younger ones do the easier chores first. If the little ones pass up the opportunity, it’s fair game for the older kids!The reward system is so:I have four reward jars. One for ten points, one for twenty points, one for thirty points, and lastly one for fifty. For each jar I make coupons for prizes that are appropriate. For example, for ten points, I have coupons for Movie Night. If someone wins that, they get to choose the movie and get popcorn. We let the kids all watch together, though, as part of our message to include each other. Another prize for ten points is a 5€ coupon for the arts and crafts store.For twenty points, it could be two scoops of ice-cream at the ice cream cafe or homemade dinner of their choice.For thirty points, 🍕 night. The winner gets to have dinner with me or my boyfriend at the pizza restaurant. It includes one small pizza and a small drink.The main prize is won when they accumulate fifty points. We have prizes like a day at the beach, one night camping, 20€ coupon for the arts and crafts store, etc.None of the prizes are straight up money. We try to come up with prize ideas that will not encourage materialism, but will still motivate them to want to help. The goal is to help them appreciate all the hard work we do by including them in the household responsibilities.Now, the way the points system works is this: they can choose to cash in for prizes when they reach ten points, or save up for the bigger prizes for twenty or thirty points. It’s like money. Once they spend it, those points are gone. Except for the big prize. To win the big prize, they only have to reach a grand total of fifty points within the month. It doesn’t matter if they’ve already used their points for the other three prize categories.So, each jar has prize coupons. When they reach their goal, they get to take a coupon from the jar without looking. So, it’s also a game of chance, which is part of the fun. The kids like not knowing what they will get and being surprised when they draw a coupon. Everyone has fun, and as you can see from May’s chart, it works! Before I started this, Frida and Ronja were the only ones who would help out with any of the chores, and those weren’t many. They are only 4 and 5. (Ronja only just turned 6 in May and Frida will be 5 this month.) Flora, who is going on 9, and much more capable of doing her part, is terribly lazy and is impossible to motivate to do anything! Or so I thought! Once the score chart went up and the rules explained, Flora sprang into action! Suddenly, she was taking the initiative to do chores without having to always be told. Frida also got in on the action, and she and Flora both managed to win the grand prize for May!For June, I’ve decided to add myself and my boyfriend to the chart, just to show the kids how much work we do, as a comparison. Whether it will have the desired effect or not is yet to be seen, but at least the kids are starting to do more around the house.
Hi everyone! You must all be thinking I’ve dropped off the edge of the Disc 😉 , but I’m still here, and my book series has not been forgotten. It’s just been a very hectic past few months! My new baby is almost two months old. My boyfriend and I are trying to keep up with three other children ranging from ages 4 to 9, plus manage the household and garden. We have several garden beds planted with vegetables and a lot of strawberries. You can never have enough strawberries with kids around! Plus we planted a a bunch of crops in the greenhouse. The day before our little one was born, we got our first four chickens, and about a week later four more and a rooster! Trying to get started with homesteading is a lot of work, especially with a pack of children wreaking havoc!
Hoping everything settles down soon and then I will get back to work on my books. Please don’t give up on me yet!
In the meantime, I hope everyone has a great summer!
Before I get into the main theme of today’s post, I’d like to first provide you with a little background.
Last year, I separated from my husband, taking my daughter with me. Shortly thereafter, and completely unexpectedly, I met someone new. Long story short, we hit it off very well, got pregnant, are still together and happy. It’s not always easy, specifically because he also has two children, five and eight years old. Living in a house hold with three children, all of whom are going through a similar transition with parents splitting us and new people entering their lives, can be very stressful. But we are managing and my relationship with my boyfriend is as strong as ever, despite all the obstacles we face.
Anyway, for my daughter, who will be five years old in June this year, this has been a bumpy transition. She’s doing better than could be expected, but that isn’t to underestimate the challenges she has and continues to face.
So, it was a rough weekend, in particular, yesterday, after she returned home from a visit with her father. Although she was happy and excited when she returned home, the fact that she immediately entered into play with the two other children meant that she didn’t get a quiet moment to process the events of the day. It’s a common pattern that every time she visits her father or his parents, even though she enjoys her time with them, that when she comes home, her ability to handle stress is greatly impacted. Bouts of screaming and crying and fighting with the other children ensues, and I find myself at my limits trying to deal with it all.
So, I decided I needed to do something to help her, and I had a strong feeling since yesterday evening that I should keep her home from kindergarten today and do something with her, just the two of us. This morning, that feeling had not abated in the least, so I got her up, dressed and had breakfast, dropped my boyfriend’s youngest daughter off at kindergarten, and then took my daughter, Frida, shopping for the morning. (No, this wasn’t “shopping therapy”.) She’d been asking for a new dress, as she really doesn’t have many, and has lately really taken a liking to skirts and dresses. So, I thought, I need a couple things, as well, so let’s go shopping and see if we can find her a nice dress. Then maybe we can stop for hot chocolate or ice cream, and just enjoy some quality one on one time together.
Almost immediately after we arrived at the shopping center, and were at a little cafe there, she had a meltdown when I ordered the hot chocolate she wanted, but also a small piece of cake she didn’t want. Normally, she would have been thrilled to also get a piece of cake, but not this time. Frida had been in such a good mood, so happy to be out with me, until that moment. She dropped to the floor, refused to stand up and walk, and so slid across the floor towards the table where I carried our order. Needless to say, I was not happy about this behaviour. Even after she got off the floor and sat down, she continued to sulk and fuss. Then finally, she said she doesn’t get to see her father enough. Never mind the fact she had just seen him the day before. But that’s just it. She was clearly still needing to work through it all after her visit. So, once she told me this, we managed to move forward and her mood improved.
Well, we found a cute new dress for her, and one for each of my boyfriend’s two girls, on sale for a really good price. I found a couple maternity/nursing shirts, and then we picked up a little lunch and an ice cream for Frida and headed home in time to pick up my boyfriend’s youngest from kindergarten.
For a little while things went well with the three children, but then the outbursts started and got steadily worse. So, I finally brought her upstairs, where we had pretty much the whole upper floor to ourselves. I politely asked the other girls to let us have some alone time. At first, Frida screamed and cried, threw a major tantrum and demanded to be let out. But I knew if she went back downstairs in that mood, it would be a disaster. My boyfriend thought I was making a mistake to keep her upstairs away from everyone else, and at first I wasn’t sure if I was doing the right thing or not. But then I had a stroke of luck, and once I got Frida relatively calm, I ws able to find something she was willing to do with me. So, we had a little painting session. For those of you who don’t know me, drawing and painting are lifelong hobbies of mine. The first picture, Frida and I painted together. She told me to paint and airplane. Not my thing, but if it makes her happy, fine. Then the second painting she did entirely on her own, while I hung up the laundry to dry on the drying rack. As she painted, we talked about what she was painting, what she should do next, etc. Then she realized that there were certain colours she didn’t have. I only buy primary colours, because any other colour I need, I can easily mix up myself, but Frida doesn’t know how to do that. So, she started asking me how to make the other colours. First, she needed brown. She had just started to paint a tree, when it hit her what she was missing. So, I told her what colours to mix, and success! She made brown for her tree! Then she needed purple, then orange, then pink, grey, and so on. It was really cool to see how well she did following my simple instructions. I didn’t do it for her, and didn’t show her how much of each colour to use. I only talked her through it, told her what to keep adding until she got the colour she wanted. It was a really fun activity for her to do with me. When she was cleaning up all her supplies, I started setting up for pregnancy yoga, and asked if she wanted to do yoga with me. She takes children’s yoga, so it was no surprise that she wanted to join in. Again, it went really well. Towards the end, she was losing focus, but I expected as much. So, she went back downstairs to join the other kids.
The rest of the afternoon and evening, we had fewer outbursts and fewer conflicts. Plus at dinner, when I asked what she enjoyed about her day, it wasn’t the shopping trip she mentioned, but the painting and yoga session that she found so enjoyable.
So, all in all, I think the day went pretty well, and was very instructive. It is my hope to be able to find regular opportunities to focus on her in this one on one way and do things together that help her to calm down and work through her emotions and relieve stress.
Has anyone ever heard of this condition in small children? Both of my boyfriend’s kids went through this. The oldest has pretty much grown out of it, but the youngest, who is nearly 6, still has these episodes pretty frequently. She starts crying and screaming in the night for no obvious reason, and it can go on for at least an hour. It really sounds like she is terrified, but what’s even crazier is that she isn’t really awake and has no memory of it later. No one knows what triggers it or why she can’t wake up and come out of it. My boyfriend and his ex can only sit with her and keep her safe, like preventingher from getting hurt if she sleep walks or thrashes around. They try talking to her in a soothing tone, but there’s nothing else they can do. It’s really horrible, not only for the child, but for everyone else in the whole house, because she’s so loud that there is no where anyone can go that is quiet, and there is nothing anyone can even do to help. I feel so sorry for my boyfriend and the girls’ mother. Just watching them deal with this, it’s impossible not to see how hard it is for them.
Has anyone else experienced this with children? If so, how did you deal with it? Was there anything that helped?
Is there no cure for a cold?! Really! I’ve been battlinbg one cold after another for a month straight. Before I can even get over one cold, the next round strikes! It has gotten so bad, that I’m dealing with a horrendous cough that causes me so much pain in my ribs, and of course, my belly, since I’m 34 weeks pregnant. I just want to start feeling better already, but nothing seems to help!
…It is an issue of society’s disconnect from that which is sacred.
Since the coming of Christendom, and possibly even further back in history, western civilizations, in particular, have been in a state of spiritual decline. This has, in effect, cut us off from our higher awareness and left us desensitized to the spiritual undercurrent of life.
For centuries, humanity has been taught that certain segments of society are lesser than others, be it women who are blamed for the fall of man in the Christian creed, or by whatever social norms dictated the day. But it was not always this way, at least not for all cultures at all times in their history.
In ages past, despite the hardships of a more primitive way of life, peoples all over the world, including the indigenous populations of Europe, have held a deep reverence for that which we call Spirit. They knew that all life was sacred, from the rocks and the earth, the plants and the trees, the sea and sky, to the animals and even humankind itself. Everything had its place in the grand scheme of things, both in life and in death. Male, female, the young and the old, the warrior and the sage, the worker in the fields and the chiefly class. All were valued that had something to offer to the whole. Elders were revered for their wisdom, gained by long years of experience; Children for their innocence and potential for the future; women for their life bearing abilities and nurturing nature, men for the part they play in the continuation of life and for their role as a protector and provider in those hunter-gatherer days. These traditional roles carried on even into the agricultural era. But the thing that stands out as a prevailing theme is the awareness that all was viewed as sacred, and that is what we are missing in our world now.
Social movements, such as feminism, are merely symptoms of a greater imbalance — that of soul. In our secular world, we have lost our connection to that spiritual undercurrent and to the very earth itself. We no longer acknowledge the sacredness of life and the world in which we live. We no longer see the divine in each other, and as a result, disease of the body, mind and soul set in, leading us down paths of decadence, where self-destructive impulses reign. As a society, we rot from the inside out.
The cure to our ailments isn’t more “us against them”, men vs. women, black vs. white, etc, etc. The cure to what ails us is a reconnect to our higher selves and to that spiritual flow of life. Reconnect to nature by spending time in quiet contemplation in settings like forests, by lakes or rivers, mountains, or anywhere that speaks to you. Discover your true self and your higher purpose in this realm, and acknowledge the divinity in others, even if they still haven’t figured it out for themselves. We are all struggling to find our way in life, so don’t allow judgement and hatred to settle into your heart for those who stumble and fall or lose their way. Instead, develop a sense of compassion and understanding for others, as well as for yourself. If we want to, we can change this world for the better, but that change must start from within, and for that to happen, we must put aside our anger and our judgement, and learn to listen with our hearts, even when it is hard to do. Make friends of your enemies by giving them the space to speak and express their fears and troubles, without judging. Learn to express your own feelings without insulting those you disagree with. Try to see the good in others, and always remember that we each have a purpose in this life, if we would only take that first step.
Well, that’s my WordPress contribution of the day, for what it’s worth. I hope at least one person will find something of value in this post, but by no means do I claim to have all the answers. This was just something that came to me at a time of heightened awareness recently, and I felt it is something I should share.
We seem to have collectively bought into the idea that growth is inherently good. In nature, growth is finite and exists as part of cycles that also include dying back, and predation. In summer, bird numbers grow radically, but they don’t keep growing – the approach of winter and the activities of hunters rebalance that each year. Trees do not grow forever, they reach a natural limit, and they die. Things that grow unchecked tend to be plagues, or cancers.
There are costs we do not measure. We do not look at the cost to the environment and to our own health that human activity causes. We don’t look at extinction. We don’t look at exploitation and the destruction of human lives and minds in pursuit of profit. We don’t factor in what we might later need to pay to offset the hidden costs of what we’re doing now. Rising…
What to do when you need to trim your beard but don’t have electric trimmers.
So, I was snuggling with my boyfriend last night (who really needs to trim his beard, but hasn’t got anything to do that with as the moment), and I was just about to fall asleep, when this crazy image popped into my head of him using a fork and a pair of scissors to trim his beard. I burst into a fit of laughter, because it just looked so ridiculous, but to my half-sleeping mind it made perfect sense. Just turn the fork so it curves out, and use it to determine the length of the trim. Then combing the beard with the fork, begin snipping away with the scissors. With a little practice, one could get very quick with the scissors. Then tada! Perfectly groomed beard!
Naturally, my boyfriend wanted to know what I was laughing about, and we were in stitches for the longest time! He is seriously considering trying this when our roomate (his ex) is around, just for the amusement of her reaction when she stumbles upon such an asbsurd scene! Haha! I would pay to see that!