Another oldie
Show me the meaning of being lonely.
Susan x
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image from http://www.deviantart.com Howling for the soul sister to pass
The time drifted by slowly
There was nothing left
No way to measure the passage of time
Nothing but the slow drip, drip, drip
She let her head roll back
Resting lightly against the window frame
Outside she could see the moon
A blood moon, portent of bad tidings
The trees outside wailed their mournful sounds
And somewhere a wolf howled loudly
Joined quickly by the rest of the pack
Strange, but she had seen no wolves here
Not since she came so long ago
But it wasn’t that long surely
No, it only felt that way
But fitting somehow that they came now
Almost as if they could hear her coming
Drip, drip, drip -The only sound inside
The howling of the wolves outside
And an eerie feeling creeping over all
She was starting to feel cold
The mist curled from her open mouth
She should have brought a blanket
Made things much easier in the end
The cold climbed upwards
Through her arms and legs
Up from the cold floor, cold as the grave
Drip, drip, drip, the continuing sound
Fainter now the wolves were drawing nearer
Their howling more frenetic than ever
The moon climbed higher so she raised her head
Strange how heavy her head now felt
Drip, drip, drip, a cold wetness intruded on her reverie
The howling wolves must have been outside the window
Their howls so loud in her head now
As the icy cold reached her heart
She gave one slow sigh
The light dimming in her eyes
She could no longer see the moon
No longer hear the slowing drip, drip, drip
The only sound
The howling of the wolves
The dripping stopped,
The moon still rose
The wolves howled once more
A cry of pain and anguish
For a soul lost.
Alone in death
As she had been in life
Alone.
image from http://www.smscs.com The pack gathers to welcome one home
Blessings Susan x
© Susan Jamieson 2014
Posted in Challenges, Coping Skills, Depression, Life, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged belief, brokenheart, Heart, heartache, Living from the heart, loss, Love, pain, Relationships, unconditional love on June 14, 2013| 2 Comments »
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“The past is the beginning of the beginning and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn.” H. G. Wells
Have you ever wondered why the day follows night
Seen the sunrise and wondered if its alright
Have you ever wondered why the person you waited for all your life
Turns out to be the one who can hurt you more than ever in your life
If the heart is made for love why does it need to be broken
For all the wise words spoken have said that love is not a token
Meant to be given in jest
Then thrown away with the rest.
Is this pain felt inside meant to let you know you’re alive
I’m waiting for the lesson I should learn
From this time spent in pain
Yet none ever seems to come
Does this mean I have to go through this again
My heart handed out on a platter
Filled with love, hope and laughter
Not to be used like fodder and shattered
Like a tool to be used of no value and cast aside
Leaving me bereft and without anything but pride.
Or is that simply an illusion
Something more to add to the confusion
Should I wish for a heart of stone
Never more to feel so cold and alone
It’s the numbness I now crave
In the darkness of the grave.
For I want no more of this pain
Useless wasted time flushed down the drain
Tears hidden inside flooding through me like rain.
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“She’d cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn’t feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just … empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.” ― Ann Brashares, Sisterhood Everlasting
The human heart is made to love, has an infinite capacity to love. That’s what I’ve read so many times and heard from so many people. It seems that, if all the wise people I’ve read and heard from are correct, that it’s almost a given that the heart is meant to be broken and mended again and again. Yet I have to ask myself, to what purpose? Is there some unknown quality granted to a heart which feels torn asunder over and over again that I am somehow missing? Really, it’s a serious conundrum. What possible purpose could be served by having to go through so much agony over and over again?
Posted in Departed loved ones, Love, tagged Abyss, agony, automatic writing, Becoming Ceremony, Change, disappointment, dreams, Family, Higher Self, hugs, Life, loss, Nicole Cody, old hurts, pain and anguish, past family issues, Relationships, Releasing the past, sadness, safe haven, safe place, Soul Growth, soul growth, the light on November 6, 2012| Leave a Comment »
“Whatever you do or dream you can do – begin it. Boldness has genius and power and magic in it.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Until the middle of November we are in a time of working through old hurts, pain from the past, especially related to family issues, and I haven’t been immune to this process. In case anyone is wondering how I know, I’ve felt mired in the past, immersed in sadness and making life unpleasant for my husband.
I’m presuming the later since he wouldn’t admit it. His response to my many apologies for my miserable attitude was simply, “I love you, I’m your husband and I want to be here for you”. Pretty cool, huh. I know I’m one very loved and lucky woman.
For myself it’s felt pretty uncomfortable. I don’t know if I’ve managed to clear all the old hurts and sadness but I’ve certainly made a huge start. Yesterday I started writing. It was going to be a small blog, I wasn’t in the right head space, or so I thought, to write anything larger. Then my fingers started to run across the keyboard and my mind was in neutral. I wasn’t thinking about what I was writing about. It felt as though it was being dredged from somewhere deep inside, a place which was full of pain and anguish and carefully hidden away from the world. My first taste of automatic writing.
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I’m not really a sharer when it comes to those deep personal issues. Experience had taught me it wasn’t a good idea. For most of my adult life I’ve very carefully crafted a vault, deep and wide, secured by unbreakable walls and locked in so many different ways without keys that I’d supposed no-one would be able to get in there and see what I was hiding there. Every hurt, every pain and disappointment, and every loss had been shoved, squished and poked in there and the lid battened down tight. I didn’t want to go there or look into that abyss so why would anyone else?
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However, for the past week or more I’ve floated in that self-same abyss during my sleepless nights and during my unwatched waking moments. I’ve avoided answering the question of “what’s bothering you?” and tried to pretend all was well. It appears my Higher Self had other ideas in mind. So I began my blog and my fingers did the walking and talking. When I had finished I knew, on some deep visceral level that it was time to let it out. It didn’t matter if anyone else read it, (except my husband), but it was a huge release for me.
This morning I woke up in agony. Quite laughable really, but all it meant was the old pain was working its way out too. So much pain carried for so long, is it any wonder it felt so bad. The cups of tea, lashings of hugs and love and I knew it was time to do this. I’ve really made a start to clear all that old and buried pain and agony out. I don’t need to hold onto it any longer. I’m in a safe place now and I have someone I trust to lean on and love me and let this horror loose and clear it to “the light”.
I feel lighter than I have for many years. Thank you Ray for loving me and providing a safe haven for me to “let go” and thank you Nicole Cody, for giving me so many tools and the courage to let the past go. (The Full Moon Releasing and Becoming Ceremonies have been an unbelievable ‘key’). Tomorrow is a brighter day, I know there are many more ‘releasings’ to happen but I know that I can do it now. THAT, is a truly awesome feeling.
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“If you paint in your mind a picture of bright and happy expectations, you put yourself into a condition conducive to your goal. “
Norman Vincent Peale
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged death, Friendship, friendship, Life, life, loss on September 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »
“Death is a tragedy … but only for the living. We who have died go on to other things.”
– Charles de Lint, Into the Green
from missilhouette.wordpress.com
It’s never easy getting that awful news. The news that someone you knew for such a long time has met an untimely end.
It’s been a difficult couple of days, especially for my daughter. A friend whom she met in preschool passed away two days ago. She was just 28 years old and suffered a pulmonary embolism! What is the world coming to when someone so young, when the rest of their lives should be before them, tragically dies like this? Is there ever a ‘good’ time or a ‘right’ time. Young or old it strikes at the heart, but the younger they are it seems more ‘unfair’.
The most difficult part is that there is no rhyme or reason to death. We have no control over it. If we are fortunate we can hold it at bay for a time, but eventually it gathers us all to it’s unwelcome embrace. It is something we cannot bargain with, despite the many tales of bargaining with Death.
from movieindex.com
So we must all try to find some way of understanding and finding acceptance for a life cut short. It is not in the early days when you can say that they had led a wonderful life, did this or that, traveled here or there. In those early days, late at night, we are all left wondering at the reasons for why these things happen, and look at our own mortality in the face.
All one can really say is that they were wonderful and will be missed.
“We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.” ~David Sarnoff
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