The title of my life would be “Woman, Unorganized”.
My surroundings seem to constantly mimic the state of my mind. Everything does have a place, sort of. Mind you, that place may change from time to time. The main problem, though, is that there are *too many* things to fit in that place. As I read recently, “you can’t organize excess.” Perhaps that’s why my brain has so many problems shutting off so that I can go to sleep. There are too many thoughts flitting about in there, with not enough room to call home.
How can such little creatures
Make such an impact on our life
So comforting to hold them
Their loss cuts like a knife
The best thing about yesterday was that I got to spend time with my best friend, my husband.
To me, he is the most wonderful person in the world, and I love spending time with him. If I were to define the feeling of being “at home”, it would be “time spent with my husband”.
I know that I am truly blessed, and incredibly fortunate to have him in my life.
The difference between us and animals is, um, well…
I would say that it’s our responsibility to care for others, but there are many well-documented cases of animal mothers caring for animal babies of different species.
It’s certainly not the colour of our blood.
And it’s not the capacity to reason, or feel pain.
Perhaps it’s that we *know* when we’re doing damage to the planet.
Or that *we* are the ones doing damage.
Mother Earth, with all thy grace,
Grant us peace here in this place.
Teach us how all lives to love
Shelter with thy skies above
Teach us how to right the wrongs
Grant us harmony with thy songs
Let us learn to love ourselves
And in thy mysteries to delve
Help us learn to heal all wounds
And lift all here so love abounds
I spend a lot of time thinking about what I want to be. Well, sometimes it’s “What do I want to be when I grow up.” But I digress.
I want to be someone who knows herself, and who lives her life to the fullest. And with my brain, that’s not easy. There are so many things going on in there – it’s like my thoughts are having a party, and I’m not invited. (It doesn’t make sleep easy either.)
But the picture is becoming clearer. I am starting to thin out my closet (thin – hah!) to contain only clothes that I like, and that “fit” my self image. I am trying to clean off my desk to make a more calming and peaceful place to work. And I am trying to be easier on myself – to quit beating myself up when I seem to be backsliding, or confused – again.
One day, I will get there. Today is not yet the day.
Without the Internet I would have so much more time in my life.
Hello. My name is Peggi. I’m an internet addict.
I spend a good (bad?) portion of my day checking out what’s happening with my friends, and with the world in general, on Facebook. I play addictive games that I have downloaded for free. I wade through far too many emails, looking for the few that are actually of value.
It’s not like I’ve been forced to do any of this. I chose my way. I chose to download the games. I chose to join Facebook. I chose to subscribe to *far* too many newsletters.
But I’m older now. Maybe even wiser. And it’s time to wean myself off, a little bit at a time.
Maybe I’ll start by spending some time writing. Then I can post to my WordPress blog!