Wednesday, May 09, 2012

FINGER POINTER

years of utter disappointment in myself has resulted in fewer times that i raise my are to the finger pointer position
nearly every time that I judged, pointed the finger or slung mud, I got the same in return or got myself dirty
growing up in a time when the judging upon appearance was acceptable breaking the habit has been a life's challenge
lately the fingers have come out of pockets, i think rampant and quick but reality is i should expect it
when you wake up and look around and all you see are fingers, you instinctively want to deflect the powerful guilt rays coming from them. 
so deflecting the rays, would nearly make me a vicarious finger pointer
Im gonna try to avoid deflecting rays, be honest, take the heat and confidently know the whole story
why the urge to finger point, i know that others lose respect, i know that others need an outlet 
but why do we have the urge?  
the powerful rays are neither seen, felt, and often cannot be contained once shot
they richochet relentlessly, get marred, deformed, bent, twisted and leave a trail of horror every where they go
why the urge?  is it really finger pointing if its true, its not even a rumor if its true ,,,,,right?
but if it neither affects the price of milk, the heating bill, the mental well being of another's child, spouse or sibling why the urge to point out the mistake or crime or --------
really is it possible that those pointing the finger think that where they point the finger , those people are too dumb to realize their actions?
well there it is, i have successfully pointed my finger at the finger pointers,   whew i feel better that must be the urge to feel better about yourself
dumb reason!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Sometimes you struggle claw and climb for that 5 foot. Look ahead and up. There is a hand out waiting for you to grasp on to. Grab it and hold on the climb is easier when someone helps to stabilize you push you and pull you
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE
Every once in a while you have to 
make decisions you know are for the best
think beyond yourself
roll your sleeves up
and suck your gut in
Every once in a while you get to 
Love
Laugh
Smile
Cry
Hurt
Every once in a while you are
loved
hugged
cheered on
hurt
Making every once in a while count is once in a lifetime

Thursday, March 08, 2012

PROCRASTINATING FOOL!!!

Reminded miraculously of the existence of my therapeutic blog one can tell that therapy took a vacation.
4 years of lapsed writing, and cumulative thoughts to fill novels will spew in a few sentences and scattered thoughts.
Taking a journey to the thinking rock, stone or whatever it might be coined, I had rushing thoughts of summing up time,>>>>>>>>cant be done.
Suffice to say that time hasn't waited for me to catch up and it never will. As I reread all of the blogging I knew why I do this.
I quit (I think) when I became a facebooker, duh there is a difference.
Facebook is just that in your face, this is a message in a bottle. If anyone remembers where I am they can read it but for me its not that the message is read, just written.
So lets say that when my heart was touched today which reminded me of this blog it was a whisper to come back to the comfort of my thoughts.
I read and remembered, everything, every feeling, thought, tragic and joyful and time hasn't waited