I am learning to love me. The happy, nervous, anxious, laughing,depressed, silly, serious, artistic, dreamer, tries to save the World person who rarely succeeds at it but I love it anyway. I have judged myself so harshly I overlooked the good. So, I am learning to love me and I like it.
I write these blogs to encourage, to help people who suffer from issues I do, to bring hope to some who feel alone and to share stories and talk to fellow bloggers. I write a variety of things from quotes, thoughts on life, issues with panic and anxiety, stories, poems and more. I also share my photography and artwork that i do as part of my headline.
I hope it does help some and encourage. I hope others enjoy the poems, stories and thoughts. I also hope the art and photography brings a smile to some people. So, that is why I blog and I try to read as much as i can from my fellow bloggers, like and share some of the the things I like and although i may not always reply, I am reading. 🙂 Have a great day!
A zombie world
By: L.S. Rockel
Copyright 2014 All Rights reserved
North Georgia & Florida
It started with a virus. They all start with a virus of some sort. This virus came from a lab rat who escaped during testing for various cures but it was infected. A careless employee forgot to close the cage after hearing one of the other other animals trying to tear out of theirs. The Rat chewed its way out of the lab, through a very thin wall and out until it made its way to a subdivision nearly 20 minutes away. By this point the infection was raging and the rat wanted to feed. It only had a few hours left before lack of feeding on fresh blood would kill it.
It chewed its way into a garage where Mack Buyers, an accountant with a love for anything risky, was taking a week of vacation time in Florida to surf and play around. He had left his car door open while grabbing luggage for the airport. The rat jumped into the car and waited. Mack drove to the airport and as he was getting his luggage, the rat grabbed his hand with its teeth and bit in. Mack flung the rat off and, being in a hurry so as not to miss his flight, got his first aid kit and applied some antibiotic cream and a couple of band aids. He would find a Doctor when he got to Florida. Right now he needed to catch that flight.
When the rat was able to get back up, it was by now in an almost rabid state. It attacked a flight attendant when she got out of her car and bit her on the calf where it finally drew some much needed blood. A journalist just arriving home heard her scream and came running to assist her. As he jerked the rat off, it jumped onto his arm where it bit him before he was able to fling it down and stomp on it. The rat was dead but the virus was just beginning.
The flight attendant, Janice Dodge, boarded her plane where she treated the bite until she could land and see a doctor, which she did 6 hours later. She was immune and would never run a fever but she was such a rarity, her battle would be fighting those who were not immune. Janice had been a flight attendant since she was 24.
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I feel and I cry.
I know you feel the same things too,
So we are not really that different- me and you.
We build walls around our lives and our hearts but sometimes it is okay to cry. Sometimes our hearts need the release of just letting it all out and letting it go. We live in a beautiful but harsh world where it seems to make you appear weak if you cry but you are not. You are strong and crying is an emotion of strength.
We have to face so many battles and obstacles that it can be a heavy load to bear and to constantly smile through it all, well kudos to those who can. I am just too human and open for all of that. I am strong willed, determined, but man, sometimes i just have to let it all out and have a good cry.
I feel such a release after. I pray, I live right the best I can, I try to do right by others, I pick my battles but life can be tough. So I just hope there are others like me who know that at times, a good old fashioned cry down is the cure for healing.
Life can be so beautiful and yet so ugly.
Love, happiness, babies. marriage, friendship, family,adoption, playing, running, adventures, prayers, reading, painting, writing, flowers, trees, the four seasons, the pureness of snow, the laughter of a child.
Bills, stress, death of a child, burdens, anxiety, hatred, racism, divorce, affairs, riots, abuse of children and women, burning our flag, killing, using people, destroying.
Something so beautiful and yet so ugly
You know sometimes, life is like a bowl of prunes . You get to the point that everything seems just shriveled and out of whack.You often do what you can, when you can. Then it just gets to where you don’t understand people, things and so much more.
So, Pluck out the prunes and find the cherries and enjoy the savory juice of it all. Then when the prunes are gone you are surrounded by stunning red cherries. Just a thought for the day.
Life is like a busted sewage system sometimes. The more honest you are, the more crap you have to clean up.
I love them both because their love is unconditional, they are resilient, they love back, they are there no matter how many times you think you are devoting time with them when really you are just trying to keep them occupied so you can get something done. And the sad thing is, some are abused and yet they still love you. Those my heart cries for.
They are funny, happy to see you, willing to forgive, loyal and they are sweet souls. I know in our generation and the teens in this day, though not all by any means but quite a few are now selfish,spoiled all about themselves and not very nice with almost no respect.
BUT there are still plenty like the above I mentioned. Dogs and the children who are still not spoiled brats , on the other hand, never change toward their masters or parents, unless they get rabies but still you get my point. No matter what you do to them, no matter how little time you have for them they always are there for you.
That is why I love dogs and children. Actually, I love all of the animal, mammal, bird etc. kingdom but dogs are in a different zone.
Yes, I sometimes question God. Quite often actually. But I know that I am honest when I pray about I feel. I do not sugarcoat because sometimes I do NOT understand why.
I don’t understand many things so I question them. I ask God all kinds of questions. I asked when i am hurt, lonely, confused, angry or whatever.
But that is okay because even if I am asking questions, he knows I at least care enough to ask and that means I am there, spending time and trying to get the answers.