Just stopping by here in the middle of trying to cope with a too-full In-Tray, and realising that I need to come here and spend more time reading all my fellow bloggers' fine posts... I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that Tuesday is the cruellest day of the week(!) 'OVERLOADED' Wires? Crossed. Fuses? Blown. Circuits? Shorted. Thoughts? Contorted. Psyche? Bent. Mind? Melted. Give me time, from time to time; Give me space to breathe: Wonderful, much-needed oxygen For lungs, skin, mind and soul.
As youths at school -- in what seems a whole lifetime ago, now, elderly fellow that I am -- we were sometimes asked by teachers what we wanted to be when we grew up. After two decades of being an adult and gracing a few arenas of employment, I'm still deciding. But this one goes beyond career or other signifiers of adulthood or tangible achievement: 'GROWING TOWARDS THE LIGHT' What do I want to be? I want to be better. I want to give out a smile Not expecting one back. I want to speak out Even though it might cost me. I want to personally make sure No-one feels left behind. I want to go thru a single day And not once feel despair. I want to recall my life's mistakes Without beating myself up for them. I want to look in the mirror And think: "Yeh... he's alright." Praying for miracles? Perhaps. But worth dreaming of, yes? What do I want to be? I want to be better.
A lovely UK-based friend of mine is searching for a Good Samaritan who helped her out this week… an Angel of the North(-East), indeed… a marvellous story.
PLEASE RE-POST THIS….I WANT IT SHARED AS WIDELY AS POSSIBLE.
(ESPECIALLY IF YOU LIVE IN THE NORTH-EAST OF ENGLAND.)
Here is my actual Facebook post which I want people to share…
PLEASE LIKE AND SHARE THORUGHOUT THE NORTH-EAST AND BEYOND XXX
People of the North-East. Please help me track down my ‘angel of the north’ who helped me through my PANIC ATTACK at the Tyne Tunnel toll booths yesterday at approx. 1pm when I was en route to a meeting in South Shields.
You did everything *perfectly* to help get me through that horrendous experience, and I genuinely don’t know how I would have coped in that traumatic and terrifying situation without your AMAZING altruistic support.
PLEASE SHARE THIS POST AS WIDELY AS YOU CAN THROUGHOUT THE NORTH-EAST AS I WANT TO FIND THIS WOMAN AND PERSONALLY THANK HER!!!
I told my story about you and how you helped me…
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Continuing today's theme of Buffy's laugh-a-minute, "tremendous fun Tuesday" [with my apologies for the mild sarcasm]... 'INSUBSTANTIAL' Out of coherence: Blurred image in the mirror Staring back at me. How to move forward? Holding my soul together With mere safety pins. So: All will be well...? Sometimes it feels not enough To know this is true.
Today is not a good day. By any stretch of the imagination. I can only hope for [A] improvement, or [B] a miracle. Just a nice, little miracle. I'm not fussy. In the meantime, it's time for more coffee. Insomnia is no fun -- and it doesn't take a college professor to tell anyone that. If affects everything. This was composed in the early, sleepless hours... 'OBVIOUSLY CRIPPLING DISCOMFORTS' Choice phrases such as: "Did you lock all of the doors?" Pulse thru my soft mind. Quickly, savagely O.C.D. regains my brain; Lost territory. Been away too long? A lifetime's not long enough. Please just let me rest. How do you cry "help" When your overheated mind Is the enemy? I'm like a frail bloke Facing an enemy tank; Helpless, hopeless, scared. So now I hope for? Rest, reassurance, and sleep. Holy trinity.
Monday again? Wow. The days can be long but the weeks are short... This non-haiku is inspired [such as it is] by a dream: 'NORTH-EASTERLY GALES' Longing Lingering Looks. Soaking in soft psychological suds? Get out of that warm bath; It's time to get hikin'. Get out of my head! Don't be singing, full-throated, The Ballad of Chevy-Chase. Lord Northumberland Or Lord Douglas; Which old antagoniser am I? A bitterly grey afternoon Searching for singular bits of my mind On the cool, rolling Cheviot Hills. Mad Scots and Englishmen? They'll fight 'til the day's done. The tribes are familiar to me: Spoiling for a scrap They reflect my inner-combat, And the impossibility of peace. I know full well I'm not alone. And yet? I am... oh God, I am. Battered by storms and doubts I charge for the cottage; The neutrality zone. Safely inside, I deliriously bolt the door And check the tinted windows. Blackout curtains shut? I then will myself Into meditation. I've shut it out, The whole of the virulent world And I am alone. But I forgot, didn't I? My own worst enemy; He who hates so much. I'm alone with him now; We've a board game to play: He won't stop 'til he's won. Think of me, won't you? Sitting quietly in this cottage; A half-happy prisoner. I won't give in just yet: Trying to maintain resistance From one minute to the next.
'PATHWAY TO PEACE' Why so damn anxious? Think you're a big fat failure? Not giving enough? You feel left behind? Useless with a flabby mind? And no direction? If you can... relax. Things happen when they happen: To each a season. Don't seek approval: Our only judge and jury Is simply ourself. On the road of life We don't race anyone else: Move to your own beat.