There are superficial trends in our society to encourage us to build our self esteem and to value ourselves… to develop and achieve a place suited to our talents.. but what is best for me is when I lose myself in something.I was reading an old blog of a friend and was quite absorbed and went into a different state of mind..then I regretted I don’t manage to lose myself enoughb have an adult having much on my mind and being busy.
Sometimes it can happen when we love a person.Sometimes a wonderful landscape feels like home.. other times a sunset across the Irish sea from the cliffs of the Isle of Man where myriad butterflies swirl and float over flowers and rocks.
Modern life, the News,talk,excitement of the wrong sort seem to lock us into our self and frighten us so we forget the value of finding something in which to lose ourselves and grow as a result. Sitting by a river fishing,knitting,sewing,a book, many things can elicit this response And remember how horror filled was the self consciousness of adolescence and how good to forget one’s self being more comfortable and accepting of appearance and image..How to live like a wild flower for a time… and be happy not to be a rose but just a tiny wild geranium or a moderate sized gentle pink flower in a arden
Lots of my ancestors were Vikings. I’m sure if is true because my uncle has beautiful blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes and look like Danish woman I met on the train.
My maternal grandmother was from Ireland and my sister has got her green eyes and I don’t have those eyes I do have wanted some as well so part of me comes from Northern Ireland
My father’s surname was Anglo-Saxon although his mother came from the west of Ireland. So I’ve definitely got quite a bit of Irish in me.
I have not had a DNA sample tested it’s quite possible that I have some Welsh blood and maybe Norwegian.
I’m not really English so would it help you to know which part of Europe I am from? All I can say is northern Europe although for us England is no longer in the EU.
You might think it was wrong for a Danish man to come over here to seize the land and ravish the women although it was a long time ago.
I don’t suppose Adolf Hitler would have liked my mixed blood. There were a lot of Jewish people living in Northern England until about 1190 CE many many Jews were massacred in Clifford’s tower in York in the year 1190 but I like to think partly Jewish people survived and left descendants and I like to think that there was no in this country in the North I descended from the Jews
So I probably got some Jewish ancestry and and alsoFlemish,Dutch and Norman I’m definitely definitely a mongrel and not fit to be allowed to visit the royal family or what remains.
How can learning poetry by heart help us to be more grounded, happy, calm people? “Let me count the ways,” says Rachel Kelly, who has suffered from anxiety. Whenever she’s feeling wobbly, she finds reciting lines of poetry is grounding, validating and connects her to others who have felt as she is feeling in this moment. And it’s something we can all do: poetry we’ve learned to recite means we have another voice inside us that’s always there, a kind of on-board first responder in times of psychological need
We may sink we will be secure when we are totally self-relian the but t don’t feel secure because of that maybe because it is impossibe as we all depend on many other people in our society but should you try to minimise the number of people you can rely on?
Mostly it is mutual and some will be relying on you.
We generally feel most secure when we have a numbernumber of people with whom we have a mutual friendship whether it’s in the flesh whether it’s people far away but we can phone them or email them. We need other people who will tell us their opinion of what we are doing and who are trustworthy. We might like someone who will accompany us to the hospital or a shopping trip or excursion. If we don’t drive we need a reliable bus service and reliable minicab firm.
When we been hurt by people we might withdraw but it’s best if that’s the temporary because we all need each other.
When red sun drops and cooling night rolls in Darkness masks both danger and our vision Ancient minds fear day won’t come again Courage for the delicate seems thin We wrestle with our indecision When sun drops and night rolls darkly in But now , new stricken by a dread of sin Who shall aid the souls derision? Our ancient minds fears day won’t come again When we sleep we we’re entertained within Deft dreams squander all illusion When the sun drops and the night rolls in In reverie we’e loved and so open Then fancy turns to full communion While ancient minds fear day wont come again And so it was that our own life began When sperm leaped up in proud confusion. When deep sun dropped and a new night rolled in When ancient hearts cried Day shall come again”