Acceptance:

Imagine beginning again. What could be worse? Starting school from the beginning and being bored stiff for how many years? Being watched incessantly outside school hours with no freedom? Facing the changing technological changes and choosing a husband all over again… would I change anything?

No, I’ll hang on in till the end in this body, thank you! My chosen memories of childhood are the rosy ones where we roamed free.

The tough times make one appreciate the good times. I feel I have earned this age and am grateful for good health so that I can relish my freedom to choose how to spend my time. Time is an elusive element and it has sped up, so now it’s up to me to make the most of what is left.

From the Top. Daily Post by Ben Huberman

If you had the chance to be reborn, would you choose to return as your present self, or would opt for a fresh start? Tell us about what motivates your choices.

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Rather personal:

‘These Horns Were Made for Tooting’ is a rather provocative title, or is this my Australian way of looking at things? What comes to mind is the size of rather excessive boobs.

Having been rather over endowed, much to my consternation and loathe rather than love, I chose to have a breast reduction. It is the only bodily part I’ve chosen to alter, (apart from crown tooth replacements). Even so, the doctor didn’t remove enough for my liking and she didn’t tell me that they would grow back again. So for all the suffering of having an operation, I wouldn’t recommend such drastic measures, unless you are really desperate, or are able to constantly diet to maintain the new you.

These Horns Were Made for Tooting, daily post by Ben Huberman

Today, show something you love about yourself—don’t be shy, be confident! —but that few other people know about you or get to see very often.

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Knock, Knock, Knocking: reblog

Brenda Ann’s posts share her joy and common sense. This post is about her visit to her father when he nearly died. This reminded me of my own father’s excitement about his next stage of his journey, just before he died. It was comforting to know he was content and his attitude helped the rest of the family. I hope you enjoy Brenda Ann’s post.

http://pastlifetourist.com/2014/11/15/knock-knock-knocking/

pieces of me

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” Rumi

Life is all about change.  In our day to day world it is easy to forget that fact.  We go about our days thinking the same thoughts, doing the same things, slight variations of a constant stream of sameness.  It brings comfort and lulls us into a false sense of security.  We nestle into our routines and create a nice, comfortable illusion for ourselves.

But then something happens and that illusion is shattered.

Which brings us to last week.  Message received from Mom:  Dad is in the hospital with multiple pulmonary embolisms (emboli?) and while she ensures that everything is fine, I decide to hop a flight anyways, to see for myself. What, me worry?

*SPOILER ALERT*

He is…

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New Beginnings:

Freudian Flips: Do you remember a recent dream you had?  Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today you’re your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us. Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one. Ben Huberman

The penultimate dream that has stayed with me, after two years of dream psychotherapy forty odd years ago, is the following: (After this dream I was on a high for three weeks).

Living in a medieval walled city, I woke with my baby and bathed in large full bath of warm water beneath the stars. We dressed for a journey, wearing warm clothes, as the sun was not yet up. We had to leave before anyone woke up. I collected a basket of food and a rug. There appeared three statuesque golden figures standing on the hill each holding umbrellas. They were spiritual beings appearing to bless us.

Getting out a large iron key, I was able to unlock the large wooden door in the worn city wall. We went down the hill to a dinghy. Holding the baby, I climbed in. The water was calm and we settled our chattels and ourselves into the boat. The sun was beginning to rise as we departed. It was as if we were on a railway line; the course was set and our unknown destination determined. There was a feeling of hope and a new beginning.

After this dream, the euphoria made me realize there was hope. The symbols in this dream: the spiritual beings on the hill were there to over see that all was well. The key represented my own ability to make decisions and take charge of my life.

My husband at this time was in love with someone else and suffering from a bipolar condition. I guess this dream showed me that I had to take charge of my own life and that there was a life for me out there.

We stayed together for another three years, but the journey to return to my homeland was made, bringing two young children back to Australia.

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