Beautiful poem, James. I read your name was James, Abra. I never even thought to ask. Yesterday, I just learned in one of our classes to learn how to deal with the residents that there is actually a chemical in tears that aids the body. It is actually healthy to cry. In my griefshare class we have a book called, "From mourning to joy". It is written by many people of the medical profession. It tells that it is actually harder on men who lose a spouse because men don't have the network of friends like women do. Men simply refused to cry if they are real macho and chauvinistic so the healing process takes longer. Men, too, have less a tendency to share what is going on inside them. As you can see this affects a broken heart as well. There seems to be this tough guy attitude of a chip on the shoulder that begs to be knocked off. We can get so sensitive and intelligent that nobody can talk to us.
Thanks for sharing, Lori. It does take a while to get through it. I can pick up on the grief that you expressed. I can understand the rage. I can remember shaking my fist air the empty air and saying how dare you. You wouldn't think a person could cry so much until you hurt from the pain. It is like a tenderizer. Being sensitive to everything. I hope you are coping, today. I can remember when I couldn't cope at all.
I think love is challenging the impossible. It is so cool to see the oasis when everyone around you only sees the desert. To see the silver lining when everyone else sees the storm clouds. To challenge the void and watch it give in. To see a flower when others just see the cactus. To be able to live by faith when others need reality. To be able to see the good not only in yourself but the good in others. To be able to see the positive where it seems only the negative can exist. Life challenges death everyday. The grim reaper reaps grim but the love reaper reaps love. The giver of love receives love.
I thought I was done with making beds with hospital corners when I got out of Basic Training in the Army, lol. I think I am becoming a male Florence Nightingale, lol.
I have got a lot of help in here. I came in here with a lot of issues. I still have issues but not as many as I once had. I am really enjoying the friendships now. I don't have the deep lonliness and the deep emptiness. I have normal loneliness, now. I have dealt with a lot as I am sure many in here have. It is ok just to be single today. It is not idea but it is ok. I can live with it.
I think you are awesome, Bob. Those are some real questions I had and you answered them. I would loved to read yur book once you get it done. I have done my AA meetings in Cummings Prison and my uncle is a pastor who does preaching in Tucker Prison. One of my nephews was born in Parchman Prison while my sister was doing conjugal visits. My nephew's uncle was the Hatchetman of Parchman.
Good topic. I think learning how to split hairs has helped me to understand the difference in values and morals. A value has a quantitive identity and can be measured in real rate. A moral has summing identity and can be measured in an abstract rate. Yes, to your second question. We are the sum of all our parts whether finite or infinite; whether real or imagined and whether if we have value and moral. I have stuck in a crowd as an "oddball". I have had to compromise to survive but today to me living is just more than just surviving. I am glad you are sticking up for yourself and are not selling yourself short. Bravo. I am happy you have someone you can relate with. I think that is awesome. I have found that in staying clear of relationship that the only controversy I have to deal with is with myself. One shouldn't have to bow down to have a relationship. I hope you have a wonderful day.
I thought maybe the bats would be happier in the belfry. But I didn't take into consideration how many bats there were. I mean a bear will take a dump in the woods but bat manure is highly explosive. I am working with the bear to take care of the problem. I think between the two of us we can decide what to do with the bats. If it wasn't for the bear I probably would have blown us all to bits by starting a fire in the cave.
How do you show yourself that you love yourself?
"But loving others is probably the single best way to love ones self". Wow, what an awesome insight. What a buried treasure! Thanks for sharing that.