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Barbara Crooker
Here's Barbara again... ;)
After The Holidays, the house settles back into itself, wrapped up in silence, a robe around its shoulders. Nothing is roasting in the oven or cooling on the countertops. No presents are waiting to be wrapped, no cards fill the mouth of the mailbox. All is calm, all is bright, sunlight glinting off snow. No eggnog, no yule log, no letters to be licked and stamped. No more butter cookies, no more fudge, just miles to go on the treadmill, another round plate added to the weight machine. All our good intentions pave the road. We stride out into the new year, resolute to become firm, to define our muscles, to tighten our borders. The thin tinsel of the new moon hangs in the dark sky, a comma dividing the sentence between last year’s troubles and this year’s hopes. The calendar ruffles her pages, a deck of shiny cards, deals out a fresh new hand. ~Barbara Crooker |
the valley of vision - puritan prayers
Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory. Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, that to give is to receive, that the valley is the place of vision. Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine; let me find Thy light in my darkness, Thy life in my death, Thy joy in my sorrow, Thy grace in my sin, Thy riches in my poverty, Thy glory in my valley.
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...to halt the tears and hide the scars...story of my life:/ it feels like it never. ends D: sometime everything will not be an issue for any of us and we will all take happy pills:)
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A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? Edgar Allan Poe |
Nobody
by Michael Laskey If you can't bring yourself to build a snowman or even to clench a snowball or two to fling at the pine tree trunk, at least find some reason to take you out of yourself: scrape a patch of grass clear for the birds maybe; prod at your shrubs so they shake off the weight, straighten up; or just stump about leaving prints of your boots, your breath steaming out. Promise. Don't let yourself in for this moment again: the end of the afternoon, drawing the curtains on the glare of the garden, a whole day of snow nobody's trodden. |
Hello askleyitaa
Welcome to Neuro Talk. I noticed you are new here and I want to say Hi to you. What you said in your post is true. sometimes the going is indeed rough! What ever happy pill you have I want one:). Neuro Talk is a good place to express ourselves. I need that too. I joined several years ago and just never left. I found great comfort here. Lots of good souls to hear our cries. I am glad you found this site. I hope you make some new friends too. ginnie
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