I write a lot… Today I am reading many of yours…..

I go through many, read and like but I can never seem to get to them all. So today I am strolling through bloggers/writers who follow me and returning the favor. I may only be able to read one of each but I hope to get to them all. That would be great. doubtful but great. I appreciate all of you who read mine and I try to do the same as my thank you. We have a wonderful place here! 🙂

The right to agree to disagree……

In light of the recent abortion issues and political stuff going on, I am finding more and more people who refuse to allow any view but their own or they remove you form any of their social avenues. While they have the right to do so of course, I just wonder what happened to agree to disagree?
Can people not still speak or have social media contact just because I do not agree with how you think? It is totally okay in my book to have opposing views and still get along. It can even get heated as long as you do not bash each other to the point that you actually lost the point. hahha. I am just sharing my thoughts. I think it is okay to agree to disagree.

The little dog……………..

Buddy. The little dog
13 years old and still little and I love him.
He is a friend
a loyal dog who is by my side at all times when I am home
He is sweet
Loving
friendly
gets scared of everything
A ray of sunshine in my life.
He is one of the greatest pet gifts ever given to me.
He is The little dog that loves.
Buddy

I love my fellow bloggers and yes I do read and like the post but…..

I LOVE being able to have such a variety of fellow bloggers and we can all have so many different things to share! I have just so many things we can share about. Animals, panic, anxiety, loss of a child, parenting, life in general and poetry and so much more! I read so many and I take turns to get to them all as I can BUT I HAVE A PROBLEM. I read a fellow blogger who said they will like and then it goes away and I also have this problem! Some go through and I HOPE stick and some do not stay at all! It bothers me because I want my fellow bloggers to know I love their stuff and I do read and like it but this makes it appear that I do not. So, I am just letting you all know thank you for reading and liking my stuff and I hope you can see where I read and like yours too!

I write from the heart………

I write from my heart and my most passionate times come when my heart is sad. maybe that is strange but just how it works for me. Of course at times I DO write when I have a funny thing happen or I am happy but most of the time just when I am sad. Great huh?
Today to cheer my heart a bit (It is close to when I lost my daughter so that may explain the sadness)But I may write about how funny it is that my kitten LOVES water. yeah. running water. But regardless, thank you for still reading even when my post are probably blah.

We are all unique and that is beautiful to me…

In this vast world of everything going so fast I often look around and see just how unique we each are. We may be alike in many ways but still, like stars, no two of us are identical. I think in so many ways that is awesome. We can be our own person and yet embrace others for who they are.
Trying not to discount their lives or judge them, even when sometimes we do not like it or agree or in my case get times where my anxiety sees them as they may not really be. Either way, we can all love one another and lift one another regardless of color, creed, religion, non- religion, and so much more because we can accept we are all human. And human makes us unique.

When we really Listen…..

Close your eyes, stop your thoughts

And just listen

What do you hear? Is it voices? Is it rain?

Is it oceans waves as they rush onto the sand?

Is it cars as they bustle about on their busy day?

Maybe it is babies crying or children laughing

Dogs barking or a cat with its mellow meow.

Is it the sound of war, crime or hate?

If you listen soft enough, you will hear other sounds as well.

The unbroken symphony of the one you love

The heartbeat of angels or the song of the hurt

The anger of the broken or the whisper of goodbye.

All of the things we miss

Because we never listen. L.S. Rockel

If you don’t understand at least show you love them..

We ALL go through bumps in the road, chaos, and so many things and for some of us it is a little different. We have lost children, suffer from anxiety or other things that cannot be seen like a physical illness but that is when I have been shunned the most. How many TIMES do I have to say, YOU do not understand and I am not asking you to but PLEASE over look the times I freak out or I am going through depression and be there as opposed to writing me off because I should not have “acted” that way and you cannot take it anymore.
Along with my issues, I am also the first one to jump when someone needs help or is hurting or needs a friend. I wish sometimes I had people who say they love me who would do the same for me but I have been just cast out of the “group” because I am too overly emotional and it is affecting their happiness. So sad because when they need me, they find a reason to come running back. I do not fit in anymore but it really showed me the difference in my loyalty and theirs. I would still be there if they called and said they needed me.

I had to let go…To Live

I had to let go of some of the people I love and hold dear to my heart. But to live, I had to let them go. I was tired of being told I was just “thinking” that, it was all in my head, that I was “in a dark place”. Why? Because I over think. Because I have anxiety. But, they never admitted they would not answer me when I sent things to them or they would avoid me or just so many things that as long as I did things their way, they were willing to help (which was one call they would accept from me maybe one every two weeks or so).
As long as I never got upset, just smiled, laughed and did everything that they deemed normal. Emotions were not allowed or I was in need of help. Does it hurt? Yes. But do I feel stronger? Oh yeah. Sometimes letting go is your road to recovery.