Struggling in the black of sinking sands As I heard of when a little child I gave up hope and let myself descend
My garments as a mourner I did rend Death itself was shown me and beguiled Struggling in the black of sinking sand
Far away from loved ones ,with no friend The suffering of the past seemed almost mild I gave up hope and let myself descend
I felt from every heaven I had been banned With demons of the Nazis in exile Struggling in the black of sinking sand
I am not inclined to make demands Yet then a mystic light caressed my soul I had lost my hope and feared the end
This golden light enwrapped me like a stole
No words existed in its welcome hold Struggling in the black of sinking sands I was lifted out by unknown hands
A great deal of human emotion arises in response to real, anticipated, remembered, or imagined rejection by other people. Because acceptance by other people improved evolutionary fitness, human beings developed biopsychological mechanisms to apprise them of threats to acceptance and belonging, along with emotional systems to deal with threats to acceptance. This article examines seven emotions that often arise when people perceive that their relational value to other people is low or in potential jeopardy, including hurt feelings, jealousy, loneliness, shame, guilt, social anxiety, and embarrassment. Other emotions, such as sadness and anger, may occur during rejection episodes, but are reactions to features of the situation other than low relational value. The article discusses the evolutionary functions of rejection-related emotions.
This is a very interesting article and one reason why I like it is because of poets who write novels are probably well acquainted with the literature and their skills of observation, notice small things that we don’t always see ourselves and and the command of the written language is probably sophisticated.
The one area where poets may not the best writers of novels is that they may find dialogue hard to create.
We all have limitations in what we can observe because we grew up in a certain culture a certain social class if British.
I had a religious upbringing and although I no longer believe in the way that I did because I don’t think you can prove the existence of God logically find my unconscious mind is still very much affected by that and I’m not sorry about that.
I don’t live it what we call sacred to the about load as defined by the Catholic church there are many things that we can call sacred. Love or friendship can be sacred.
It’s always useful to read somebody else’s opinion about a writer of novels because there’s a lot published and we can’t we all them and we don’t want to waste our time or money
Since dementia only accounts for 41% of cognitive decline then the rest of it is caused by factors which you can improve by for example exercise going for a walk also you can can you use your brain more by trying to learn a new language or like chess learn how to do arithmetic faster. That’s useful in the supermarket to estimate how much money spending as you walk around, learn to cook something different don’t always eat the same things go to the same places use the same routes to get somewhere try to do some of these differently at least once a week because otherwise your mind seems to get into a rut.
Even if you have got dementia you can still improve your brain because 60% of the cognitive decline is not due to dementia.
I have observed that someone with dementia will have worse symptoms if they are very anxious. I promised to see somebody and then I had to go to the hospital. When I contacted her later she was much worse than usual. She accused me of having a letter which said I was not going to see her. But as soon as I said I am here I’ve been to the hospital and I couldn’t phone you.
Immediately to return to her normal condition and we were able to have a talk and
I read her my poems that she liked about Essex and burning the stubble
She flattered me where’s her comments and tell me I should not keep my poetry for my own secret joy I should publish it.
And then she use the phrase my own secret joy which seems to be is definitely not a cliché but something original which she had this sort of most of her mind was fine
Abraham Isaac and Jacob were the three sons of God. Then god thought that three was too many so he let them die and then he just had Jesus sometime later it wasn’t really later for God because God is eternal and there is no time when he said it to so they all existed at the same time innocence because there was no time
Already discussed Moses and the fact that he was an eruption. No one has ever found the volcano but it could happen again and when Moses comes again which mountain will you go up to find the new commandments? To
I don’t think that you will want to go up Helvellyn. Snowden will be too cold for him I think Orrest head Windermere will be about the right place. We are not a strong as the ancient Israelites because they spent 40 years in the desert and that would have kept them very fit we spent 40 years in front of the computer or a television and my legs where’s the way why fingers get bigger and bigger and your eyes ar as big as
fried eggs.
What will the new commandments be when your neighbour doesn’t have a wife or husbandmm?
Coveting a partner does not seem serious
If people don’t believe in God the they won’t see one or even tree
But I think tm that you must not restart a computer on the 7th day
A good few years ago I had to have surgery on my eyes and and it was not totally successful but I can see ok with my left eye. In fact that my husband used to complain about this if I could see better than someone with both eyes. It took me a year to recover from the surgery because of my eyes went oval.
When I was recovering I took up knitting and made what I thought was shawls but I found people were hanging them on the wall. I think I think it was the colours.
Be more ambitious I thought. I decided where you started off with one then you had three because that was easy and from then on you increased twicebin the middle of the row. I had a lot of leftover mohair so I decided to to to make the shawl striped.
As I knitted the number of stitches increased and when I got to about 60 stitches sometimes I wasn’t sure where the middle was and I had to count all the stitches on the needle which was circular to make sure I was in the right place so all went well until I got to about 90 stitches and I need needed to count them again so I began to one of the 49 50 51 52… 80 81 82
Before I got to the middle my husband me a question about something else so I answered him but then I had to start counting the route again. That happened about 5 or 6 times and I began to feel annoyed.
I said to him,will you look at me. And then I said can you see all this kniting on all the circular needle I am trying to count the stitches and I’ve tried 6 times no lw but you interrupt me before x in the end
Please look at me before you speak and if I am counting do not ask me a question but if I am just knitting you can talk to me or ask me a question
I felt like hitting him on the head with any implement to hand. Then knocks on the head are dangerous especially if you are short sighted.
I didn’t lose my temper and I think if I had lost my temper it would have taken me a long time to recover from it because he didn’t know what I was doing but I wasn’t reading so he thought you could talk to me I wish I could remember what he wanted to ask me now that I am alone. How I wish he was here to interrupt me.
Patience is a virtue! Or, at least that is how the saying goes. But is it really? Patience is defined as “the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble or suffering without getting angry or upset,” a definition with several important components. Patience is also a skill. We can work on increasing our ability to be patient and engage in practices to become a more patient person.
Before looking at how to develop more patience, it is best to define what we are actually talking about. Patience (or the lack thereof — impatience) occurs in response to some sort of difficulty or delay in life that is not going according to expectation. A day can hardly be lived without encountering something that interferes with our plans, and so we might say that the “interferences” or “disruptions” are a normal part of life; to expect otherwise will make it difficult to be patient.
I ‘ll try to get it right just one more time
You did not converse with me in words
You were simply present with your Light
Nowhere did I feel your power and might
You were no eagle, but a little bird I ‘ll try to get it right just one more time.pp
Who made our language with its subtle rhymes?
The ancient people had their well trained Scribes You were always there,oh gentle Light
You gave me warmth, you changed my too fixed sight
A comforter , a Spirit, how describe? I ‘ll try to get it right a final time.
The agony inside me lost its bitep
I wanted to go on, to be alive You do not always show your golden Light
We do not know when we at last arrive
We do not reach this meeting place by strife I ‘ve tried to get it right this final time I never saw such Gold until that night
The crushing grief when someone chooses death When life had shown much promise and much hope Turns the ones who loved to find new paths
Some may sin, encouraged by cruel wrath Against the one who chose the wicked rope The shock of grief at such too early death
Others freeze and cannot take a breath Scarcely moving as their mind elopes Making then impossible their path
The mountains of deep grief I could not pass Until a warm gold light caressed my0 heart The wounds of grief , the sacrifice, the Mass
Do not dwell in darkness and distress Follow me he murmured while we start I will help you find a different path
The golden light had brought for me a chart The sea of life had ripples ,brilliant sparks The suffering and the grief from such a death Turned the one who loved onto this path.
The Argentinian poet, essayist and short story writer Jorge Luis Borges (1899–1986) wrote that all poets are really just one poet, a universal consciousness, a single mind. He believed that our earthly condition is necessarily broken and incomplete, and that our recognition of this state of being is a requirement of our potential enlightenment. He thought that this brokenness can give us a glimpse of and perhaps a path to that greater existence of which we are a part.
The brokenness of existence is Leonard Cohen’s theme. Incompletion perpetually striving towards completion. The agony and ecstasy of love. The silent indifference of God.
It’s the sort of institution familiar to Eyre from the experience of his mother, who spent 10 years in an exemplary county hospital in Dorchester. “The care was wonderful. The nurses loved her,” he says, sitting swaddled in a ski jacket in an old storeroom at St Ann’s. “But then they changed the policy and said: ‘We’re not having geriatric incurable.’ So they pushed her out to a care home. She was dead within a week.”^^
Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.
Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.
I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’ve been lonely for too long.
The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue.
