Whom I myself shall see: my own eyes, not another’s

June 30th 2015 : Funeral of my husband

My sister died unexpectedly 10  years ago.

Pray for the dead…. it can’t  do any harm
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I Know That My Vindicator Lives: Job 19:1, 23-27
A reading from the book of Job
Then Job answered and said: Oh, would that my words were written down! Would that they were inscribed in a record: that with an iron chisel and with lead they were cut in the rock forever! But as for me, I know that my Vindicator lives, and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust; whom I myself shall see: my own eyes, not another’s, shall behold him, and from my flesh I shall see God; my inmost being is consumed with longing

Psalms 131

Psalms Chapter 131 תְּהִלִּים

א  שִׁיר הַמַּעֲלוֹת, לְדָוִד:
יְהוָה, לֹא-גָבַהּ לִבִּי–    וְלֹא-רָמוּ עֵינַי;
וְלֹא-הִלַּכְתִּי,    בִּגְדֹלוֹת וּבְנִפְלָאוֹת מִמֶּנִּי.
1 A Song of Ascents; of David. {N}
LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; {N}
neither do I exercise myself in things too great, or in things too wonderful for me.
ב  אִם-לֹא שִׁוִּיתִי, וְדוֹמַמְתִּי–    נַפְשִׁי:
כְּגָמֻל, עֲלֵי אִמּוֹ;    כַּגָּמֻל עָלַי נַפְשִׁי.
2 Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; {N}
like a weaned child with his mother; my soul is with me like a weaned child.
ג  יַחֵל יִשְׂרָאֵל, אֶל-יְהוָה–    מֵעַתָּה, וְעַד-עוֹלָם. 3 O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time forth and for ever. {P}

Who do you hate?

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Manchester Evening News

My husband hated only 2 people.One was Iain Paisley whose voice we heard so often during the Troubles in Northern Ireland.I can see why many people could hate him.The second person  was not me.I think it was Mervyn Stockwood  who I believe was the Head of the Methodist Church.My husband was raised as a Methodist so  that may explain it.
I  only hate one person but nobody here will know them and it is private
However if you  want to pick someone,pick someone who lives a  long way off, that you never meet and never have any contact with.Then hate away!

Talking and blood pressure

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Talking and Blood Pressure

 

““I’ve done amazing experiments with Holocaust survivors, and the situation is the same. I would ask them to think for about five minutes about the worst things that happened in the camps. There is no change in blood pressure. I then asked them to tell me what they were thinking about. Boom. Their pressure would double.””

t what they want to say next.”

“You also may know many people, who perhaps never felt heard in their young lives, and who never stop talking when they got older. They become “chatterboxes!” Whenever I encountered hypertensive talkers in my practice I would always insist on verbal restraint. To me, “chatterbox-related hypertension” was a real entity.

Public speaking has been studied as a form of stress that can cause blood pressure to rise. We know that when you talk and are stressed, you instantly constrict your peripheral blood supply. A healthy heart pumping out a lot of blood against a constricted periphery can create huge pressure surges that go right up into the coronary arteries and could even damage the sensitive endothelial lining of arteries. This is an unheralded mechanism that can contribute to arterial disease.

The Sinatra Solution: Become a Better Listener

As a youngster I used to stutter. The biggest challenge, or fear, for me was talking in any kind of a public setting, such as school. Yet I obviously grew out of the stuttering and the fear. Nowadays when I speak to audiences, sometimes as big as 2-3,000 people, I am fearless. The words flow. I think that comes from speaking from the heart. If we just speak from our hearts, we are speaking for what is for us the truth. Our hearts and bodies are in sync.

The notion of speaking in public, whether in front of audiences or friends, is stressful only to the degree that you feel you can communicate. If you speak the truth, and you feel heard, it is not that stressful, and so less blood pressure-altering.

If you do have high blood pressure, think about what I just said. Try to become a better listener.

How do I learn to write poems?

https://www.quora.com/How-do-I-learn-to-write-poems-1

 

“Re the first thing: according to the poetry teachers I know, it is very common for young people to want to write poetry, but not to read it. Let’s just think about how strange that is. If you were a musician, would you say you just want to play music, and that you don’t want to listen to it? What kind of musician doesn’t want to listen to music?”

Wildlife loss on Saddleworth Moor

https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/wildlife-experts-fear-could-take-14835997

“The bleakness of Saddleworth Moor camouflages a richness of flora and fauna.

Its bogs and 9000-years-old peatland with fast-flowing streams and valleys sustains many plants and animals which will have perished as the fire swept across 2000 acres.

Wildlife experts believe the recovery could take years.

The timing of the blaze is catastrophic as fledglings emerge from nests in early summer.

Director of Conservation at the Wildlife Trust for Lancashire, Manchester and North Merseyside Tim Mitcham said: “The heat generated by the fires is devastating to the fragile upland moorland.

“Only the most mobile of animals escape and of course we are in peak breeding period for many – from curlew to ant.

“These animals are on the moors because they like the conditions they find there and ultimately depend upon the plants, many species depend upon specialist moorland plants like cotton-grass and heather.”

He  gazed at me and tried to speak some words

Three days before the end,he lay quite still
Could barely speak nor breathe not eat nor smile
I sat alone and swollen was my heart
I knew by  inward feelings, soon  we ‘d part

At home were waiting  frozen ready meals
Quite suitable to my own freezing feel
He  gazed at me and tried to speak some words
“How will you manage,sweet”, I barely heard.

The grief I felt ignored by day time nurse
And from the Sister, came demonic curse.
Exercised in Re Hab  until dead
And even after that, cruel words they said

Resuscitated,  left in peace in bed.
He lasted 19 hours .The verdict: “Dead.”

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