Month: July 2018

Liebster Award

The Liebster Award is an award that exists only on the internet and is given to bloggers by other bloggers. The earliest case of the award goes as far back as 2011. Liebster in German means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome.

What to Do if Nominated for the Liebster Award?
•Thank the person who nominated you, and put a link to their blog on your blog.
•Display the award on your blog
•Write a small post about what makes you passionate about blog posting.
•Provide 10 random facts about yourself (optional).
•Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel would enjoy blogging about this award.
•List these rules in your post
•Inform the people/blogs that you nominated

To know more about the Liebster Award 2018 rules , please visit :https://theglobalaussie.com/liebster-award-2018/


 

Flower-4I was nominated,from one of my stories about Blue by Tales from the mind of Kristian. Thank you Very much! I just love awards! Don’t you?


Random Facts about myself…

  • I like to play piano.
  • I love walking in wooded areas or hiking.
  • I am very regimented, that is not to be confused with organized, just regimented,
  • I love to swim especially under water.
  • One of my favorite sounds is trickling water or waterfalls.
  • I have a cat that will wrap his paws around my head at night, hugging my head, purring oh so loud, and it lulls me to sleep.
  • I am that one friend who can make a room laugh.
  • My favorite thing about myself is my eyes.
  • I love helicopter rides.
  • My favorite hobby is writing.
  • If I could be anyone in the world, with whatever gift I could choose I would choose to be me but with a gift of selfless love.
  • One person I miss the most from my life now my dad, I never even got to know
  • My favorite pet of all time Jojo, my miniature, 5 pound poodle. I had him 14 years, he was my protector, my best friend and went with me everywhere. He is forever locked away in my heart.

I can’t possibly nominate everyone who I find to be a match for this award. I have so many that comes to mind. I will however mention some that I know. If they want to participate that is great!

http://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/

https://sondernyonder.wordpress.com/

https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/

http://ckonfab.com/

JUST TO NAME A FEW!

 

Thank you for reading 🙂

Advertisements

Song Share/Talking Heads – Once in a Lifetime

Lyrics Below-

And you may find yourself
Living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself
In another part of the world
And you may find yourself
Behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house
With a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

Water dissolving and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Under the water, carry the water
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again in the silent water
Under the rocks, and stones there is water underground

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go to?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? Am I wrong?
And you may say yourself, “My God! What have I done?”

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again in to the silent water
Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Look where my hand was
Time isn’t holding up
Time isn’t after us
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

Letting the days go by (same as it ever was)
Letting the days go by (same as it ever was)
Once in a lifetime
Letting the days go by
Letting the days go by

 


What does this crazy song tell you?

To me, this is a song that suggests we look at things a little closer. Maybe it suggests that we take note of the things in our life. Perhaps it doesn’t mean any of that. Who knows.

Just take a listen to it, if you haven’t…


WE SHOULD DO MORE THAN JUST EXIST , MwsR <3

Thank you for reading 🙂

No Comments

Categories: Listen

Tags:

Thoughts/MOM

 

shallow focus photo of pink ceramic roses
Photo by Acharaporn Kamornboonyarush on Pexels.com

I remember that first day, when I heard that you were not doing well. I thought in my mind at that time that this was just a set back, possible short-term, but that you would get through it all. You was having to go on Dialysis and was told that your kidneys were hardly functioning like they should. Honestly I did not know much about that sort of treatment, just what I knew from transporting my client to their on weekly dialysis treatments,

I was a driver that took clients to where they needed to go, usually all of the many trips was to pick up someone and take them to their health appointments or medical needs appointments. I had several patients who went through Dialysis several times a week. Each time I dropped them off, I wondered about how they each must feel knowing that their kidneys were failing them. Being a diabetic I often think on those type of things for myself, like if something were to happen to my own kidneys, and such.

Now here I was hearing that my own biological mother was very sick and that she needed to do dialysis to continue living. her prognosis was very bad. They had told her that she needed a new kidney and that without one she would probably not survive for long. The dialysis was to sustain her enough to live, and filter all the bad things from her bladder. I was in sort of shock. I was worried for her and yet all I did was think about myself and how my life would be impacted without her in it.

Here she was my own mother and we had yet to build a life together. Everything was hanging in the balance and we looked like we would end before even really beginning, I know I should have thought  more about her and what she was going through the most, but that selfish me was trying to compartmentalized things. I think all of us are that way when faced with losing someone. We all wonder how our life will be after they are gone, if they die. We all want to cling onto things we maybe hadn’t done before or we want to say things to them that would ease our own minds.

I was that way to a certain extent.

My biological mom was not alone, she had her husband there with her, thank goodness. I think her having to do that without someone there would have been so scary for her, for anyone. She had 6 children and out of them I was the next to oldest. A part of me feared what role I would have to take, if any, should she not make it. Crazy how things like that run through your head. You know? I really should have kept hope before fear.

She pulled through the harsh dialysis treatments, she was a trooper. her husband told me it took almost all of her energy after doing one treatment. he said she was so tired and all she wanted to do was rest. I can see that. My clients after I picked them up from their treatments, were paler and quieter, and each one they endured, changed them in subtle ways. you could see from week to week how different it made them. It was hard to see, and even harder for me to know it was my mom going through that to.

My mom was not a diabetic like me, I guess it was just the luck of the draw that her kidneys stopped working for her. Maybe she didn’t know how to properly care for herself, by possibly not drinking enough water or eliminating quickly when she felt the urge to urinate. I had heard those things are necessary for over all kidney health. Maybe that was it. Who knows.

All I knew was that a person, my mom, was deathly sick and I wanted her to get better and be around so we could finally make a life together.

Needless to say my mom is not here anymore. I cannot say that dialysis shortened her life, but my own hunch says it did. She never fully recovered from those type of treatments. She had the valve in her arm that provided quick access to her veins etc for quick dialysis treatment. Her weight started dropping, her features started to change and her hair was more grey. It was hard watching that,

My fear that she would not be around long came true before she died I mailed her a letter, a big letter. I wanted to say somethings, express some things and let her know how I really felt about her. She had given me up to be adopted, and there was a lot of history there. I needed her to know that I had no hard feelings towards her, and that I loved her, that God loved her too. I told her how much she was thought of and how often I had dreamed of her. Things I should have got to say to her long before then.

Circumstances kept us apart. Things got in our way, as they often do. I made peace long ago, and wanted to give it to her too.

Don’t wait to let someone know your heart. Don’t be afraid to tell them what you want to. Life can go as quickly as it can come. It is not here forever. Show the people in your life, while you can, how much they mean to you. If there is someone you need to forgive, forgive them. Don’t hold onto things that cry so desperately to be set free.

MwsR <3

Thanks for reading!

 

 

Thank you for reading 🙂

2 Comments

Categories: Thoughts

Tags:

Blue/Another short story

BLUE

Here was Blue, brown headed and blue eyed, the whole world to her seemed anything but what she had seen on the television screen. She was still very much naive but her opinions of things had been shaped widely from those in her immediate family or her inner circle.

She never really understood that if you loved someone why did you hurt them so. She had seen this so much at home. Her father was not the nicest man when it came to running his house. He yelled and slammed things when he got frustrated and he let anyone who did not do what he want, know how he felt. This usually involved hitting his wife, her mother.

For years Blue spent times in her room listening to all the commotion from her angry father towards her mother. She tried to close her ears but she never could fully enough to feel safe. She often wondered when his anger would turn against her. When was the day he came after her going to happen? She lived constantly fearing that. She also wondered how her much older sister could just sit in her room and let him do these things towards their mother. Why didn’t she step in and fight him? All she could surmise was that she was scared like her.

The things that set him off were things like , his supper not being made on time, bills or spending his money, and sometimes just looking at him wrong would light that anger flame. He was very irrational at times, almost trying to find a control of things that was not his to have and that no one was going to really submit to. Her mother tried to talk him down out of his anger fits, but she never was successful. In fact it made her more of a target for his aggression.

If this was love, she thought, then she did not need it or want it. She would just stick to her stuffed animals and her baby dolls for her loyal support and affection. Humans were always so moody anyway. She did wonder what her mother did that angered him so. She would not dare ask her mother, for fear of hurting her mother’s feelings.

Although she was accustomed to shouting and fits, where things were beaten up or destroyed, it was never easy. Here she was a little girl in a big people world, one that was filled with so much anger and fear. To her nothing about her home ever really felt like a safe place, never. She just knew that when she got older her job would be to step in and defend her mother, regardless of the costs to herself. She would do it to. She waited for that day when her father would have to deal with her, instead of picking on her defenseless mother.

That time would come sooner than she expected it to. Her relationship with her father was strained and awkward anyway, and she was going to jump at the chance to change things around there. She was tired of worrying that one day he was going to hurt her mom bad or worse, kill her. If it was the last and best thing she could do, she would and that was to defend her mother against that monster of a man.

MwsR <3

Thank you for reading 🙂

5 Comments

Categories: Writings

Tags:

3TC /Challenge/TTC

Three Things Challenge

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/30/three-things-challenge-30-july-2018/


Today’s things are: buzz, July, load


BUZZ/ Poem by MwsR

There is noise that I can hear

It passes right by my left ear

Should I look and take a peek?

I see it, it looks so sleek

It is a bee that is saying to me,

Buzz, buzz, buzz, I am free.”


JULY/Poem by MwsR

July is hot

July is definitely not

My favorite month at all.

I wish it cooler

I wish it shorter

So I can get it over.


Load

There is a tremendous burden/ LOAD, one carries upon their back. They have trouble letting it go. It the burden of self judgement and shame. If one could let that go and see how much a difference it would make in their lives, they would never pick that LOAD up again and try to carry it around.

MwsR <3

Thank you for reading 🙂

x
error

Enjoy this blog? Please spread the word :)

error: Content is protected !!
Mws R Writings
%d bloggers like this: