In order to avoid my fate, I stopped living.
Last week was the first time I returned to the blogging world in a little over two months, and I posted a deep, heavy subject about control. This week I thought I’d go with a lighter subject to share a little bit about what I’ve been up to, and maybe even a tiny spark of hope.
Welcome folks. It’s been a while since I posted something, and I’ve had some deep thoughts I want to share.So much has been happening in our society in 2020, and reports everywhere make it sound like the sky is falling. It’s difficult to decipher what is true and what is false. Is this more “chicken little” paranoia, or are we really getting toppled by the falling sky?
Why is it that some people feel they can control everything? From celebrities defying the aging process, to the weather, to a virus, to human behavior—at times it seems like certain folks think they can cheat death itself. Why do they believe they can bend everything to their will? Continue reading “The Battle”
I’ve loved lilacs ever since I was a child swinging on our old rusty swing set next to a lilac bush in the back yard. I dreamed of having my own when I grew up. Except, when I did grow up, I moved to Florida where lilac bushes don’t grow.
PREFACE to this post: I drafted this article before the orchestrated violence began occurring in United States cities. This subject matter does not directly coincide with those riots. However, the upheaval of emotions over it are linked to the topic of this blog. I hope you’ll stick around for the rest, because I think it’s an important message.
It’s called a crime of passion if a man catches his wife being unfaithful and then murders her lover.
It’s called a crime of passion if a woman catches her husband being unfaithful and murders him.
Does the term “crime of passion” make the act of murder palatable? Do we make it okay to commit murder because they loved and trusted their spouse and they merely reacted from hurt and betrayal?
Of course not.
They made their decisions out of pure emotion. Could our society be making decisions from emotion, and in turn, ruining our lives?
What if you had information that could save people? What if you took that information to the media, but they switched it around to make it sound like your information was dangerous instead of life-saving? You might ask, why would anyone want to keep away life-saving information from the public? That’s what I’d like to know, too, and it’s why I always research everything I’m told.
Allow me to give an example.
Have you ever experienced times when there is so much going on that you can’t even think straight? How about when you’re emotional about something? Have you ever been so angry your emotions took over and your mind froze? How about grief? Have you ever been deep in sadness and no thoughts mattered . . . only your grief mattered?
How many people do you know that are able to humble themselves enough to admit when they’re wrong?
What kinds of situations are there where someone might be wrong?
If you’re old enough, you may remember the Frank Sinatra song, It Was A Very Good Year. I only know it because my dad was a huge Sinatra fan. He used to play his music in the car on 8-track all the time. I remember this was one of the few crooner songs I didn’t mind him playing. The melancholy melody moved me.
Side note: I’m a rocker, so my dad and I clashed when it came to music.
I mention this line of the song, because I’ve been thinking about what it was like to be a teenager. Do you remember? Were you insecure or secure? Were you a rebel? How did you feel inside? Were you confident or unsure? Scared or brave? Naïve or street smart? Happy or lonely?
We hear lots of recklessly assigned labels in our society these days. You know, homophobe, misogynist, xenophobe, racist, fascist, etc. These words are used to say that someone hates a particular group of people.
So, what kind of a “ist” or phobe is someone who hates ALL people?
Remember last week when I shared the bare photos of the creek near my house? I had taken those photos on April 30th. The above picture is taken in the same spot as those others, and I took this one on May 17th. Voila! Magic.
So, I’ve been tossing around talking to my favorite bloggers about the novel I’m working on.
It was one of those days. You know, when things just don’t seem to be going right. I don’t mean that everything was going wrong, really. Physical things actually went pretty smoothly. It was my interactions with humans that took a turn for the worse that day.
I really don’t know how to lie. It comes naturally for me to speak my truth, and yes, sometimes it gets me in trouble.
On another note, I’ve admitted numerous times on my blog, I have trouble letting go of what I don’t have control over.
Stick with me, I plan to tie these two statements together. We’re going deep into the recesses of my mind today. Could be a horror show, so be prepared.
My fellow bloggers . . . you are amazing. To all of you who read and commented on my post, Too Much Darkness, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your comments soothed my soul.
The comments got me thinking deeper. I could feel that all of you felt as I do, hurt down to the core for what is happening in our society (terrorizing attacks), but you knew better how to move on. I was stuck in place.
My blog’s most common theme is to look in inward for answers to anything outward that is troubling. So, I asked myself, why am I so driven to find answers about the Las Vegas tragedy? Why can’t I move forward?
Media pushes buttons
Setting tempers ablaze
To remain neutral and kind
Is hard these days
Where are we as a people
Do we really know
Do we want to hurt each other
Or is the vitriol just a show
Am I living in a movie
Where society has gone wrong
Please tell me we’re being fooled
that humans are really caring and strong
by L. Virelli
I recently discovered Twitter. Yeah, I know, I’m late to the party. But boy, I thought Facebook was bad with the vitriol. I found Twitter even worse!
I thought I’d write about my adventurous eclipse experience before it becomes irrelevant, so I quickly put together this post this morning.
Compassion is the spiritual energy that dissolves the negative effects of judgment. ~ Daily Word
The true profession of man is finding his way to himself. ~ Hermann Hesse
Sensitivity. Yeah, I’ve got that.
I have a high sensitivity to emotion, both my own and other people’s. In fact, I used to often hear the phrase, “You’re too sensitive.”
Here is an excerpt from an unpublished short story I wrote about my experiences with faith. This happened when I was nine years old.