And still I mourn the baby with no face and no name; The baby I never got to hold in my arms; the baby lost in a horrendous amount of blood. If only I could be with my baby….Mommy loves you, my little peanut….
I wrote this one a while back, but I just thought I would share:
We are artists.
While others are content with an 8-color rainbow, we need hundreds, albeit thousands of colors to complete ours. We do not think in black and white; or even grey, for that matter (is it battleship grey, blue-grey or slate or…). We are observers, often noticing things that others don’t. We pay attention to detail. We lag behind on walks, finding ‘treasures’ most people consider ‘trash’.
We are the children with incessant questions. We ask “why”, not because we wish to annoy you, but because we are thinkers. We contemplate things that most people consider to be irritating, contrary, and/or not worth their time. We take time to see the potential of something, rather than seeing it for what it is. As a result, we are often taken advantage of for making the mistake of applying this thought to society as a whole.
We are misunderstood. We are often mistaken for being ‘rebels’, ‘troublemakers’, ‘class clowns’ and ‘dissidents’. However, the reality is that all we are really searching for is to preserve our individuality in a society that is so homogenized that most of its members would think that the word ‘homogenized’ has something to do with milk. Nor would they even bother to take the time to seek out the true meaning.
We are a dying breed. We are unique, not ‘maladjusted freaks’, ‘weirdos’, nor idiots. We are your children. We are your mothers, your fathers, your grandparents, your aunts and uncles, your nieces and nephews, your grandchildren. We are your friends, your neighbors, the people you walk by everyday but never seem to notice. We are your link to the past. W,e chronicle your present. We are your future.
We are artists.
©Persephonesart, December, 2011
So, I went to see my therapist today and while we were talking about my increased Social Anxiety, he commented that it had to do with “in a word, my emotional regulation”. I then proceeded to sarcastically tell him that, “Just for the record, ‘emotional regulation’ are two words, I’m just sayin…” (insert shit-eating grin here). My therapist just loves my sarcasm. What would he ever do without me???? hahaha
1. Got up
2. Took am meds
3. Ate a bagel and drank some chocolate soy milk
4. Brushed 4” of snow off my sister’s SUV and shoveled walkway and driveway.
5. Took a shower
6. Posted pictures that make me happy.
Sometimes when I am at my worst, I am amazed at how someone else can bring me up without even trying. Tonight, it happens to be my two beautiful and wonderful step-daughters. Playing “I spy” and doing arts and crafts can be wonderful for my psyche.