A Fearful Life
Imagine a day when you have some small worry [1. at least it would be small to most people] that so consumed you that while walking about and carrying on the day you were reciting a silent litany of, “please don’t let that happen” or “please let it be okay” . Meanwhile in the outer world you are easily distracted and often clumsy. Extra diligence and constant mental redirection is necessary simply to keep focused on conversations and tasks at hand.
Keeping Fear In The Rear View Mirror
With all the hooha over the healthcare bill and the fear mongering going on my thoughts turn oddly to a subject of deep personal meaning for me. The subject is actually psychological or emotional abuse and the fine line that is trod by the spiritual communities and by families. Not catching my drift yet? It is complex with no cleanly drawn tidy black and white lines to define the edges of this topic.
Even When Your Voice Trembles
If you are a new reader of this blog you may not have read enough of my earlier posts to know that I am proudly left leaning. I am avidly outspoken against the habit of the ultra conservative evangelical Christian right forcing their religious beliefs upon society by attempting to impose a religion-based legal code on the rest of us. I admit that I have little tolerance for those who use their religion to rant against and condemn others or to rob them of their basic civil rights and individual freedoms. However, while I oppose their attempts to pass religion-based laws, I defend absolutely their rights to speak their minds and to believe as they do.
For that reason, I think Carrie Prejean is being treated wrongly. This young woman was asked a question and she gave an honest and personal answer and attempted to do so with no vitriol. Continue reading
Life in an Anxious World
It used to be called stress and in some cases the ill effects were referred to as psychosomatic. In the last twenty-five years and more so in the last fifteen years physicians, mental health care professionals and ordinary people have come to understand that anxiety disorders exist and negatively impact people on a broad scale.
Making Peace with the Woman in the Mirror
For this post I am borrowing one from a favorite Blog I read. It sums up some of my thoughts on aging bodily when my mind is still 30something. Actually, I gravitate to about 34, one of the best years of my life because it was the first year I spent with my cherished daughter, Lydia. For now, I seem to be the size and shape I vowed never to be when I was resigned to being a Rosalind Russell figure rather than an Audrey Hepburn figure. However, the styles I love to wear would look, at this time, more like the work of a tent maker than a tailor.
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