Human Behaviour, Human Nature

Sails Made of Thoughts

LOVE CAN

I want to like you just the way you are in my imagination today, because sometimes I do not.

Let’s take a walk. Not in the wind, but on it… in my imagination. Blowing around here and there, with sails made of thoughts and fascination. Images, warm, colourful, and free from yesterdays I keep.

But melt and pour out the ice castles we co-erect so we can forget our cold hands and join them to take joy-rides on the wind.

What can understand our spirits’ unity—just the way we are? Love can.

L. P Penner, 2001

Human love can be so complicated. Thanks for reading~

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Disciplining Our Parents?

SETTING PARAMETERS ON GENERATIONAL IDEOLOGY

Most kids growing up in before the 80s were disciplined by conventional rules. Being taught right from wrong was the norm, and we knew to respect our elders. We lived within boundaries or else.

We conventionalized children developed into adults; we taught our own children boundaries to live by and leave the nest with. But our elderly parents and in-laws, at some point, as they’re intertwined in our lives, now need parameters set by we whom have lived by Mom and Dad’s theories. And isn’t it rather remarkable how take a step back and dissect this phenomena of surpassing our parents in ways of our thinking? We raised our kids according to our beliefs formed in the societal realms surrounding updated, cogent information, yet some of our parents still insist on theirs. They interfere in ways that they don’t seem to understand are intrusive, and we know there will be friction when we get the nerve to set boundaries—our limits, our wishes, our way of thinking. And it’s difficult since we still have love and respect for our moms and dads. We are cognizant of their feelings, and we understand that setting parameters obscures the rules and notions they believe to be fair—because their parents taught them that way, and so on. Not to say the way children were raised is wrong entirely. There are concepts, though, that we don’t live by in this century.

However, this is the path of generational ideology, and it isn’t always ideal. For instance, perhaps it was okay for our grandparents to walk in without knocking. In this day and age, is there too much going on in the outside world to have our internal, private world compromised? Is it all right for our parents to invite themselves to dinner, make that dinner and bring it over expecting that the rich and cholesterol ridden meal is acceptable when medication for high cholesterol is combatting clogged arteries, and the abundant sugar used in the meal will no doubt affect the blood sugar of one striving to combat blood sugar issues? How do we say no? We’re always trying to prevent the emotional upheavals. And here we all thought that being a grown up was something we couldn’t wait for.

God tells humans to respect our parents. And we can still do that and also set a do-not-cross line. We do that respectfully, but if we let problems go too long, we’ll be too angry to be respectful. Being truthful is necessary, and we best let our parents and in-laws know that we aren’t children anymore. We have developed and learned and made our own adult choices outside the nest, and really, isn’t that the point of leaving the sheltered life? It is far from easy to tell the truth sometimes; however, eventually it just might be the only way to be set free of disappointments with living one lifestyle in the presence of our parents and in-laws then catching up on our own lifestyle in our own time. A ‘no thank you,’ and a polite explanation may or may not work. It depends on how long it’s been a problem. I’m not a professional in the field of advice. I only know what difficulties I have endured. I’m still establishing the ‘no thank you’ concept. God, please, p-a-a-a-a-l-e-e-e-se help me….

God bless, thanks for reading~

Lynn

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Human Behaviour, Human Nature, Spiritual

Folly to Wisdom

THE HUMAN CONDITION

To be humbled is the result of enduring complex hardship. Humans must learn many cogent lessons from suffering in order to progress from folly to wisdom.

Even those who have mental illness will learn from suffering. They learn compassion, kindness and sensitivity. They learn to pull strength from where they thought was none.

Humans who suffer physical ailments learn much the same as mentally ill humans.

It’s anguish then that teaches we humans to turn from our egos and embrace our spiritual perspective. It’s learning to share our methods of giving what we want in order to cope with what we have.

Robin Williams gave much, because he suffered much.

Thanks for reading~

Lynn

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Oh-so-human Imaginativeness

MIND’S EYE, Perceptions Poetry

Can almost feel the foghorn’s sound vibrating in my chest,
leaving through my bare fingers.
Can almost see the gray shape—
an epic ship in the inky air of morn,
parting waves, like a brute splashing through a wading pool.
Can almost taste the salt, airborne particles of the sea
splashed up like a fountain at the nose of the beastly ship,
and I inhale deeply.

Even the trees stand, blurry inside of it, this reverie.
The minuscule molecules of water hanging
in the damp oxygen wetting those skinny, bald branches,
and making the horizon join seamlessly
at the ground where trees grow from.

A foggy, enigmatic morning;
clouds bouncing lightly on the soil,
sun still covered in a fireproof blanket,
but stretching awake.

Makes my mind’s eye conjure up my location,
like I’m gazing out of a waterproof window
at the ocean’s vast traffic of whales leaping,
dolphins giggling, waves throwing fishes.

This cruise that cost me nothing,
but my weightlessness of thought,
and willingness to travel alone.

I like that. ADD is liberating.

© L. P. Penner, 2015

God doesn’t make scraps. ADD/HD can be purposed.

Thanks for reading, God bless~

Lynn

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Imagination is a Powerful Force

“Your time will come,” he said. “Don’t you worry,” he added, while cupping my shoulder with his hard-working yet gentle hand.

I was only about 13 when I had the conversation with my dad that I wanted to be a mom and a wife when I grew up. I wanted to live in a cute little home where I felt safe, and I had a deep down undeniable drive to nurture a family. I worried then that my adult life wouldn’t be a good match for me, hence that heart-to-heart with my dad that day long ago. I was perhaps lost in a fantasy of sorts—too many Little House on the Prairie episodes—and a secret crush on Michael Landon. I wanted a husband who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, a man who would love his kids and wife, a man who was good-looking in that cute, honest sort of way; tender and sweet with wide shoulders built by hard work rather than a gym membership. My kids would look up to me, I thought, because I’d teach them morals and values of kindness and honesty.

Dad passed over to the other side nearly 17 years ago, and still, I remember so much of what he told me. Despite a wrong choice and a divorce, about 22 years ago I started to believe that my time would come. I had difficulty imagining it to be true even though, somehow, someway, the things Dad said were always with much foresight on his part. So I dreamed, I hoped, imagined, I dated.

I woke early one Sunday morning and sat under the gazebo on our deck in the rain. Hubby was out walking as it turned out, after my search for him at that early hour. No lights lit up windows of neighbours’ homes, no feet carried boisterous teens home after a Saturday night party. On the road, no vehicles splashed through puddles, not even a dog wandered. It was dark and wet with no mysterious stars or illuminated moon to gaze at, and eerily quiet, yet beautiful. After many years, that morning I remembered my dad saying that my turn would come. I wish he were here so I could tell him he was right again. He was humble, always smiled with his eyes and nodded when I told him he was right about something. I miss that. But he knew I’d find my way. Sometimes I seem to sort of “float out” of myself and I see someone’s home, caring hubby, well-rounded kids and toddler grandchildren. It’s good to float out once in a while, makes things sink in, and negative thoughts slip away. And I thought to myself… my dad, wherever he is in the universe, in a heavenly place, is smiling with his eyes and nodding.

The imagination must be one powerful force; dreaming without giving up must be potent. Quiet time brings about gratefulness. Thanks to God or my guardian angel for taking notes from my adolescent desires—that morning was full of tender memories.

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Two Names, One Condition: Winston Churchill

MANIC DEPRESSIVE & BIPOLAR

“If you are going through hell, keep going!”
~Winston Churchill

So, walk fast and keep your sight on the way out. This man was remarkable considering he battled mania and depression.

“You will never reach your destination if you stop to throw stones at every dog that barks.”
~Winston Churchill

Ignore the negative, life’s too short and we have a goal to reach. I love his word arrangement on this.

Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill was a very wise man. It has be ascertained that he suffered from manic depression, which is now called bipolar disorder. The two names denote exactly the same condition.

Humans take three steps back from those who admit they have bipolar, because the media seems to sensationalize the absolute worse scenario of bipolar. Myself, I would have loved to meet Winston Churchill.

Thanks for reading~

Lynn

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