I believe humor which results in the state of mind referred to as “happiness” can be a coping tool for those who suffer from mental health instability. I’ve often wondered how people with huge challenges in life – such as cerebral palsy – can smile so often? Smiling and humorous remarks can be reciprocal in that they warm the hearts of others… It’s doggone therapeutic to receive a positive response from an audience!
The other day I listened to a very articulate member of the Sikh Religious Faith make the statement on TV that “religion should not enter the bedroom” – in reference to the attitude a number of religious faiths have toward homosexuality. As a Sikh he explained that he had no problem with the concept of a civil gay marriage.
Therein lies the conundrum: if a marriage ceremony is performed legally by a representative of the government, is it in any way an attack on anyone else’s religious belief system? My religious faith does not support the concept of homosexuality. But I’ve never been attracted to another woman so that’s not an issue for me. But if one of my gay friends or relatives announced that they wished to tie the knot, I would have no problem with that at all. The ceremony is legal in Canada- and the rest is none of my business.
Another biggie which has recently landed Liberal leader Justin Trudeau in trouble is his statement that Liberal caucus members must vote “Pro Choice” when it comes to the legalization of abortion. For many people “pro-choice” means “pro-abortion”. I don’t think Mr. Trudeau meant exactly that when he blurted out his unpopular decree.
Killing an unborn child is a concept that I hope no Canadian political party ever adheres to. But until the baby is born he or she is firmly attached to the mother. And the mother is the only person who can and should decide on what happens to her embryo.
If the mother is intent on ending her pregnancy and no doctor is authorized to help her do that, she will likely seek help from a non-professional to end her pregnancy. And possibly end her own life during the unskilled and perhaps unsanitary process.
I honestly don’t believe any woman really wants to have an abortion. Not the first time anyway. But if she is desperate, I think it can become a way of life for some during future unwanted pregnancies.
There needs to be help for mothers-to-be who are in desperate situations- not nonchalance and too often scorn.
Lately I’ve been hearing remarks such as: we as human beings are the ugliest species on the planet. By “ugly” I think they mean selfish and uncaring for others.
I believe all human beings were given a huge helping of the “selfish” gene in order to survive. My father-in-law used to philosophize that “Survival” followed by “The procreation of species” were dominant traits in the human psyche. These traits are embedded in our nature and are sometimes referred to as our Lower Self.
Our Higher Self is also embedded in our psyche – revealing itself earlier in the lives of some, than in others. (I’ve seen babies express concern about the comfort of other babies.) The potential for becoming a greater human being lies within the Higher Self. If the Higher Self isn’t warped in some way,shape, or form, it will grow straight and tall and become a thing of beauty.
Someone once posted a picture on Facebook with a First Nation’s Chief speaking about “The Two Wolves” fighting inside each and every one of us. When asked which wolf wins, the chief replied: “The one that you feed”
I’ve always liked that story!
Prompt: today, as befits the final poem of NaPoWriMo, I challenge you to write a poem of farewell.
What will I feel
After you have gone
When the show is over
And I am alone
With my reflections
I’ve enjoyed our
My soul has been
Filled to overflowing
By your presence
Even as you
Go out the door.
I hear the
Of your laughter
The warmth in your eyes
Your splendid beauty
I have experienced
Bursts of joy
So happy I wanted
To sing and dance
Around my kitchen
Farewell my darling
Hasta la vista!
Following the 20 separate directions in today’s prompt:
All the world’s a stage
And we are all undertakers
Looking at flowers
Listening to music
Smelling apple pie.
Tasting apple pie.
Kissing loved one’s goodbye
“The flowers smell like apple pie,”
Said Mary Brown from St Laurent
“We’re not undertakers
But we are world makers,
Or maybe just apple tasters…”
Apples that are tart make me fart
If you fart upon a flower it will die
We carry space and time around
“Like turtles with shells.”
The greening of the grass is pleasurable.
The apple I ate brought the doctor to my door.
The doctor did a cartwheel on my living room carpet
Dorie was a dingbat
But as she aged she became
less of a dingbat.
a half-assed intelligent dingbat
Therefore there is hope for the half-assed of the world
déjà vu all over again
Winnie the Pooh said, “ there’s hope for me too!”
When grass is green and flowers bloom,
The birds will sing a medley of sweet music
Today’s prompt: to find a news article, and to write a poem using words from the article. [From article in Prince George Citizen. P. 8. April 28th]
Post -traumatic stress disorder,
A highly-stigmatized condition,
Suicides involving soldiers,
Of the Afghanistan mission.
They are taught to hide the pain,
Told to soldier on,
A counsellor had taught him,
How to let go – how to be calm.
“I tried to deal with it myself,
The most rattling memories,
Now I understand the symptoms,
From what happened overseas.
“I’ve learned to know the triggers,
To avoid and calm myself,
My wife – may God love her,
She said to me, ‘You need help'”
You want to go back to being normal,
But you’ve changed to some degree,
You can’t undo the trauma,
From invisible injury.