The Daily Epiphany Thread

[Misty_Morning]

As I lay in my bed feelng like total shit this morning (don't worry it's just a cold and I am a complete baby), I realized that a moment's pleasure has led to days of displeasure. While I will never regret the event that led me to this juncture, I have had the opportunity to reflect upon my life.

So, I thought I would start a thread dedicated to all the significant and lesser significant realizations that we all encounter on a daily basis.

Please, do not hesitate to share your enlightened thoughts from which others may gleam some knowledge which may prevent future undue distress.

Please think of this as the intellectual's equivalent of "You know you're a redneck when..."

As for me I shall start the thread with.....

"When they said 'don't ask and don't tell', they meant contractors, too..."

 

[Misty_Morning]

This one is for arienette:

I have always attempted to escape from my past, to seek some form of non-existent shelter; but somehow the past always seems to find me.

I have decided that that I am here for all those who need my caring embrace, no matter the pain that I must relive.

 

[bronzeage]

I realised today, the only way to go through life and never hurt another person, is to never have anything to do with any other person.

I'm not sure that is possible.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

This one is for arienette:

I have always attempted to escape from my past, to seek some form of non-existent shelter; but somehow the past always seems to find me.

The past cannot be undone. My hope is to escape the present . . . to non-exist in the here and now.

Though, it's the existence of the future that scares me most.

 

[FallingToFly]

The past cannot be undone. My hope is to escape the present . . . to non-exist in the here and now.

Though, it's the existence of the future that scares me most.

*hugs tight*

I know that you've heard all about how it gets better- and it does.

But for now, there is no one who can take away your pain, and you wouldn't want them to, because the pain is part of the love, and that is something that you never want to lose. I wish there were words or images that could convey my sympathy, my sorrow for you. There aren't, and all I can say is that having love, no matter what form it takes, is better than living without its grace.

Light on your path, Vana, even now, and blessed be.

 

[Misty_Morning]

I keep waiting for the future to become the past, and years later I realize I have been there all along.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

*hugs tight*

I know that you've heard all about how it gets better- and it does.

But for now, there is no one who can take away your pain, and you wouldn't want them to, because the pain is part of the love, and that is something that you never want to lose. I wish there were words or images that could convey my sympathy, my sorrow for you. There aren't, and all I can say is that having love, no matter what form it takes, is better than living without its grace.

Light on your path, Vana, even now, and blessed be.

Thank you, Sweet. Blessed be

 

[arienette]

I was walking to the convenient store a few blocks away from here and I was thoroughly enjoying my morning, 8:30am, the stupid prep kids going to school and the cute elementary students running in front of their parents and as I walked back, cup of real bad mini mart coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other, I realized that there's a lot of good in the world. A lot of good where I live, even though it's a form of ghetto. I for the first time living here, in the past 8 months, saw a crossing guard for the elementary school and that filled me with happiness.

 

[FallingToFly]

from yesterday's blog:

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Kiss the rain...


Tonight it's raining. Sweet, cold, windy rain that comes in waves. You could feel it coming all day, hovering just over the horizon.

I love that feeling in the air, that rich scent that is a coming storm, the edges scalloped with ozone and the wind sifting through the trees and my hair. I love the play of shadows and light across the sky, and the way that the world seems to take a breath, just before that first cool rush of raindrops.

The longer I live, the more I regret that eventually, I'm going to have to let this all go. There is no temptation in death for me, and despite the long slides into depression that touch my life, I can't understand the concept of suicide. Heaven can't be half as insane and beautiful as the world we live in, with all its faults. I don't want to go.

Just before my last serious bout of depression, I wrote a story, long since lost, called Dragonfly's Daughter. Contrary to the title, it was a serious novel, not a fantasy. It was about a teenager who passed away, and it was told from the aspect of the friends she left behind. It was a celebration: of life, of love, and of the memories that can be made during one sun-soaked summer when you know time is running out. It was the aftermath of loss, and it was my attempt at pushing back the darkness for a little longer.

Lately, I find myself jotting down remembered passages from DD, sketching out the outlines of the characters. I can feel the first chilly edges of depression flirting with my pysche, and I'm pushing, as hard as I can, to keep them out. I didn't ask for this lovely little genetic curse, or the pyshiological makeup that makes chemical intervention so risky. Instead, I fill my life, my house, my heart, with as much beauty as it can hold- the spiral of my hawk against the currents of a rising wind, the way the light falls in a certain moment and turns a bay gelding's coat into a blaze of bloody gold. I fill my days with music and madness, rock my babies to sleep at night with bluegrass and rock and roll, and more than all of this: I love.

For whatever that is worth, despite all the pain and the rage and the desperation that single word invokes, I love, and I live.

What more can anyone ask?

 

[AppleBiter]

Not an epiphany from today, but one I feel like sharing, none the less:

Nothing in this life is constant except for change.

Sometimes, that's freeing. Sometimes, it's terrifying.

 

[arienette]

Not an epiphany from today, but one I feel like sharing, none the less:

Nothing in this life is constant except for change.

Sometimes, that's freeing. Sometimes, it's terrifying.

I lived my life by that quote for two years...moving 3 times.

 

[Skip1934a]

Words spoken (or written) in anger live forever. You can never recall them once they leave your mouth (or pen/keyboard). The Hebrews even say they are an entity in themselves.

Apologies are never enough to counter the effect of words mis-spoken, or acts ill conceived. And yet I must say them and hope for the best. I'm sorry. You know who you are.

 

[Misty_Morning]

"Love is not antiseptic...it infects all."

 

[S-Des]

"Love is not antiseptic...it infects all."

And there seems to be no cure...

 

[Misty_Morning]

And there seems to be no cure...

And hopefully never will....