This excellent gift I received has brought growth into my recovery. These records will produce days of celebration, days to learn my difficulties, and to grow from them. For some, this sound small, but for me, this is big! The photo has been taken with my Canon PowerShot ELPH130IS on Auto. Altered with Windows Photo Center. I’ve added some light, some colour, and some enhancement.
Holly jolly Christmas… Being in recovery from B.E.D, holly jolly is a reality at the holidays. The only thing jolly in obesity/binge eating is hope. If it is extreme, it’s crippling. A morbid existence, not only from being powerless, but also because the metabolism has shut down. It’s a comatose existence from too much at once: there is no jolly in the affliction, or from the afflicters. There is the spirit of hope that Christmas brings. Jolly old St. Nick and the rest of us B.E.D. eaters need to pass on the milk and cookies and have a piece of fruit or something from the veggy tray instead.
Coronavirus has its affects where I live also. Toilet paper shelf empty, and the buzz of conversation. Also the sudden fear in the eyes. Sars was a fright, minor to this attack. It is an experience we will all remember. Bowing our heads on its anniversary date. Its apex is near. Which will bring our lives back into routine. I’ve been thankful because evolution has brought us a long way. In 1920, one hundred years ago, the Spanish Flu killed 5% of the population. Which at that time was 5 million people.
I’m quite proud of it. I can also see where it can improve.
It feels good to be here today. There is a lot going on out there, and in here. One hundred people died yesterday with Coronavirus. That is over 3 people per hour. With them scurrying for ten thousand more beds, no end in sight; it could be like past outbreaks that have left thousands dead. Myself, the littles cuts that happen have been over bleeding. With infection setting in. Like I’ve never seen before; violent times. Logically, in this neck of the woods, the world power intent has been at an all time high. Bound to end one day!
My painting skills are improving. I’ve changed my focus from Journalist to Artist. Loving everything I do, and learn. I’m still full of hope. Which does tell the story. Keep warm, eat healthy, and stay active. These are the keys to good health…
PS: Soon I will post one of my paintings for you to see!
It is icy cold,
it is miry wet,
and a dark morbid has been cast.
The crow still squawks,
but where is the winter wonder?
I am baffled.
I am feeling all of the affect.
It’s too cold to make the trek;
it is just a wet frigid mess:
rain in December.
by: Geraldine Therrien
The leaves have started to fall; it's ingrained into my mind, with thoughts of the beautiful yellows, oranges, and reds; then, the phantom who say's, "it's all created by God!". The trees around me do not chrysalis into these beauties of colour, how I miss it's splendour; he is laughing: how I forget our falls nature... The end
This is quite an experience this morning. It triggered the response, “find and define how you’re feeling”. First thought, feeling is different than emotion. Feeling, so far for me, has been being grounded. In my reality, in tune with my body, and baffling. I’ve also learned it takes being free of intoxication, eating healthy, and staying free of romance (mindless seduction). I realized how solemn I am. I was able to identify some of my feelings (beside myself, but feeling). Remarkable how finding a word can bring a consciousness of what I am feeling because of the choices that have structured me into who/what I am! Putting ourselves back together after trauma or addictions is to break these circles of spectrums that have us tore apart.
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Sept. 8th, 2019 – The end of the line: the motion has stopped; they sit waiting. Unaware of why, but knowing; justice is coming. Things are kept calm because suicide is their escape…
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The story of Lucifer, I had to wonder: which dimension are these people from? Next, I met him: the devil, while learning of the Prodigal Son. There was a mental block that kept these two from being brought together: a loss of cognitive thinking; it really does matter. Now, the devil's dark depth has manifested; who's always looked the same; with another mental block, another loss of whole being... by: Geraldine Therrien
Living at the bottom is dark, and saddened, hopeless, and abandoned. Pain and sorrow are teemed with morbid reflection. Seemingly, to be all there is. It's where prayer is a welcomed solution; a refuge from wreckage.