Anger and Regret

Never regret for what happened because there is a reason for every cause .¸¸.•¨¯`• ƸӜƷ

You will not be punished for your anger you will be punished by your anger. buddah

If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size? ~ Sydney J. Harris

He who angers you conquers you. ~ Elizabeth Kenny

Don't carry a grudge. While you're carrying the grudge, the other g...

uy's out dancing. ~ Buddy Hackett

Malice drinks one-half of its own poison. ~ Seneca

People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing. ~ Will Rogers

The best remedy for a short temper is a long walk. ~ Jacqueline Schiff

 Every conflict we face in life is rich with positive and negative potential. It can be a source of inspiration, enlightenment, learning, transformation, and growth–or rage, fear, shame, entrapment, and resistance. The choice is not up to our opponents, but to us, and our willingness to face and work through them. ~ Kenneth Cloke and Joan Goldsmith

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. ~ Walt Whitman

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. ~ Walt Whitman

I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. - Emma Goldman

Bloom where you are planted. - Mary Engelbreit

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I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. ~ Claude Monet (Monet's painting above)

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts. ~ Sigmund Freud

 One thing I know for sure is that if you struggle with any situation, but never learn the underlying lesson, it will come back to you again and again until you learn it.

Nothing ever goes away until it teaches us what we need to know.

On Hope

Hope Quotes

Hope is a belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life(Wikipedia). It is rightly said that, "Hope is the physician of each misery". Many a times we are caught in a situation wherein we can do nothing but hope for the best. Hope is a wonderful solace and we should not ever lose hope. Hope is the best medicine. Here is a list of some famous and popular hope quotes which helps me never to quit hope and always remember as long as we have hope, we havn't lost. Feel free to add your favorite hope quote in the comment section.

Some Best Hope Quotes

• He who has health has hope; and he who has hope has everything. -Arabian Proverb
• Never deprive someone of hope, it may be all they have. -Anonymous

• Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible. -Anonymous

• Hope for the best but prepare for the worst. -English Proverb

• Hope arouses, as nothing else can arouse, a passion for the possible. -William Sloane Coffin

Hope Quotes

• Once you choose hope, anything's possible. -Christopher Reeve
• When the world says, "Give up," Hope whispers, "Try it one more time." -Anonymous
• You've gotta have hope. Without hope life is meaningless. -Anonymous
• Hope itself is a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords; but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain. -Samuel Johnson
• Hope never abandons you, you abandon it. -George Weinberg
• Some see a hopeless end, while others see an endless hope. -Anonymous
• We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope. -Martin Luther King, Jr.
• Never talk defeat. Use words like hope, belief, faith, victory. -Norman Vincent Peale
• We judge of man's wisdom by his hope. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
• He who does not hope to win has already lost. -Jose Joaquin Olmedo

• We live by admiration, hope and love. -William Wordsworth
• Hope is independent of the apparatus of logic. -Norman Cousins
• Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent. -Mignon McLaughlin
• Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark. -George Iles
• Hope is putting faith to work when doubting would be easier. -Anonymous
• Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man. -Victor Hugo

I Am So Sad -

The feeling does not come just from frustration, which can make you feel persistently gloomy, or dejected. Nor does it come from a sense of futility, which can trigger a mood of brooding despondency or depression.


Sadness essentially deals with a sense of irreparable loss over “what might have been.” The loss casts a pall over every vista. Like the pain of loss of a limb, the feeling irretrievably touches primary aspects of your life. Those words also express a cry for help.

•Sadness is not dejection, or depression. It is an emotion triggered by a loss, or a disappointment. •Sadness affects your health and wellbeing.
•Sadness is triggered by images of “what might have been.”
•Sadness should reduce with time. If the grief persists, “speed dial circuits” may have been generated, which sustain the grief, just as tampering with a wound prevents it from healing.

•For relief, you should be convinced that you must move on.

•Recognize the thought patterns, which sustain your grief.
•Let your common sense take charge. It has the power to heal the pain.
•It can still the pangs of guilt within you.
•You need to realign your vision to a changed life.
•Self awareness will still the sadness emotion.
•Remember that your facial expressions also contribute to your moods.
•If your sadness still persists, you may require professional counseling. I Am So Sad - Sadness Affects Your Health And Wellbeing The sad person suffers.

You feel empty or numb. You may cry a lot. It may affect your sleep. You may eat too little, or too much. The sadness takes away your energy and makes you feel more tired. Some people even get stomach aches and headaches.

 The emotion makes it difficult for you to focus on your work. So, your output suffers. You may spend less time with friends and even find it difficult to concentrate on reading, or on watching TV. Sadness affects your work, your health and even prevents you from enjoying even the smallest pleasures in life.

I Am So Sad - Sadness Can Have Many Causes The emotion can be triggered for any number of reasons. It could be the loss of a loved one, or a divorce. A disappointment, which changes your expectations from life can be the cause. You may have regrets about things you did, or did not do.

You may have moved away from a town, away from friends and relatives, who gave you comfort.

Needless tensions created by family or teenagers could cause you to painfully miss a happier life. Pain or suffering for a loved one could cause the sadness. In every case, the recalled images of "what life might have been" cause distress. I Am So Sad - If Time Does Not Heal The Wound It is quite normal for you to feel intense grief over a loss, or disappointment. But time is a great healer.

However deep your grief, the sorrow will reduce over a period of days, or months. This is a normal neural event. It is a part of the design of nature. Nerve impulses tend to fade over time. The emotional signals, which caused you distress will fade over time, unless your own thoughts prevent the healing process. Normally, a wound also heals gradually.

But, if you keep irritating it, it will remain raw and painful. Repeated living over your pain and loss will intensify the neural patterns. New "speed dial circuits” will be created within the nervous system, which continue to trigger the same level of distress.

The pain will refuse to go away. I Am So Sad - A Return To Peace Of Mind Requires Your Conviction One day, you must move on. Sadness heals. It is an emotion, which helps you to deal with sudden loss. Crying softens painful memories. Reliving the experiences help you to adjust to a new painful reality. Upto a point. If the sadness persists and causes you continuing distress, you must act to deal with it. You have to become convinced that it is time to leave the painful past behind and bring back your peace of mind.

After all, it affects your work and your health. It prevents you from getting on with the rest of your life. The mental exercises suggested below will only succeed if you are convinced that they are necessary. Are you prepared to move on? No, It's time to end it all.

All thing Must Pass

Suicidal Ideation forever?

Therese Bouchard of Beyond Blue had a gem earlier this month I must have missed. It was on Suicidal Ideation.

I think I am the Queen of Suicidal Ideation. Right now I have my ibook on my lap, a razor next to me. I want to pick it up, go into the bathtub and play with it. What is stopping me from that? I am writing this, fast, furiously, hoping among hope I can stay busy until the feeling passes and I can put the blade away without any cuts or blood to my person. But oh! It would be so tempting to just pick it up, go into the bath tub, strip down to my underwear, crawl into the tub, run a little hot water so that one delicious vein in my wrist will show, and cut deep.

But what stops me is what if I screw up, and only destroy a tendon. Not loose enough blood to sanguinate? That is one. But if I mess up and can never use my hands again? I gotta fight it.


And in fighting it, fighting this feeling, I could take Mike Tyson and Muhammad Ali down with one hand tied behind my back. I have been doing this most of my life, since my first attempt at four.

I have learned various tricks to stop it when it hits, write. Write as if your heart is breaking and just keep writing. Don't proof read, just write/type as fast as you can, and when you are in a better frame of mind, proof read, or destroy the manuscript.

Another trick I have learned is to take an ice cold bath. Don't know why but it works. Another trick is to smoke- this probably won't work for everyone but for some reason after a few cigarettes, I feel stable. It must be the nicotine.


Sometimes the feeling comes and goes quickly, in minutes. Sometimes it goes on for days and weeks like it did when I wrote this to Liz Spikol, who was kind enough to print it. Three weeks ago my mother phoned me and I was crying, begging her to let me come over and pick up the rifle my dad has. That is a rifle for game, not people. It doesn't even have ammo, and hasn't been used in over 40 years. I got over that by staying in the apartment, until it passed. I don't drive. I try to identify what triggers, if any made me get Existential and want to x myself out of existence.

It's not that I want to die. I want to stop living. I want the pain- whether it would be real or imaginary, to stop. What is painful to me, may not, as triggers and thoughts go, be the same for another. For me, it's broken dreams. The realization I peaked at 23, and the life I wanted never would happen.Wishing when i was 22 and had a chance to have my novel published, I choked. From that point on, my writing and my career dreams went down the toilet. Other things, the fact I am not a mother, that ranks pretty high. Seeing couples being happy and being in love, makes me want to stab myself in the heart and rip it out like an auto-sacrifice of my own in a mock Aztec fashion. Only I would continue to live, without the heart. It's not a big deal because I think honestly I am living that way now.


I still feel like I want to go into that good night, not sure if I will hit the publish button or delete. Maybe should try to sleep a bit? Lie down and arrange the pandas in the bed with me. With a bit of luck, the striped one will finish her nocturnal rounds and snuggle. She is my saving grace, my saviour. She leans up near me so close I can hear her breathe, and feel the fur against my naked leg. And it soothes me.

I know I will pray as I do most every evening of my life to not wake up in them morning. To learn if you dream you are falling and you really hit bottom and don't wake up. If a heart attack really hurts. And I have trepidation because I am such a loner and introvert it could be days if not a whole week before they find me. So what ever it is, will be. There are some things I can change, and other things I cannot and I need the courage to know the difference. And dying, no matter how tempting it seems, isn't. Not now. Not ever.


http://ifyouregoingthoughhellkeepgoing.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-suicidal-ideation.html

Dorotea's Bucket: FAITH

Dorotea's Bucket!

One night, our youngest daughter was experiencing croup. A bad case of croup. She was about 2 at the time. We were in the jungle and no doctor or hospital was available, we couldn't even call for an emergency flight to come get us. The Cessnas cant land at night on a dark airstrip. So, we did all we could. We set up a pop up tent and I boiled kettles and kettles of water while she and her dad laid inside the Sauna environment, hoping to loosen the phlegm which was blocking her breathing. Finally, around 3 a.m. She was able to get rid of the phlegm and promptly fell into a deep sleep.

My husband and myself prepared to get some sleep as well. A few minutes after we had laid down, just on the verge of that wonderful sleep...we began to hear something. Rustling!
We went out of our room in time to see our son (10 years old or so) run by on his way outside! The 2 older girls were right behind him!
We could hear Indians beginning to run past our house as well, calling out...something!

So we grabbed the little one and ran out as well. You see, children always learn a foriegn language faster than their parents and Josh had understood the screams of the Indians.

He heard them yelling, "FIRE! THE ROOF IS ON FIRE!", and as he rolled over and looked out his window, he saw the flames VERY close to our roof. He thought OUR roof was on fire.

We had taught the children that if our palm roof EVER caught on fire..Get out FAST!! Dry leaves go up in flame very quickly and there is no time to grab anything. So, he took us at our word, and with only a yell over his shoulder to his siblings, he was out the door.

Once outside we realized the fire was at Tito and Dorotea's house, about 100 meters or so away.
My husband began to run towards the jungle path that led to our water pump. Their house was lost, but we hoped to be able to save the houses near it, including our own by wetting the roofs.

So Clint runs out, barefoot, into the dark jungle. The indian trails are narrow and only wide enough to walk on in single file. So staying on the trail in the dark was not easy. The pump was about 500 meters or so down to the river. There was no moon light, and the jungle at night can be scary. I ran in and grabbed a flash light and tossed it to him.

In the mean time, I climbed up our water tower to unhook the flexible pipe we used to fill the barrels we used as a water storage tank.

Once down, my son and I began to pull the 2 inch hose towards the fire. A two inch hose full of water is HEAVY! We were pulling and had gotten to the edge of a thick piece of jungle we needed to get through to reach the fire. My young son's voice was a little frightened as he asked, "Mommy, are we going to walk through there without a light?!"

I answered in my own frightened voice, "I guess we have to." At that same moment, something SWOOSHED by us and we felt the hose pulled from our hands!
All this time, my husband is experiencing his own adventure! The flashlight I had tossed him...well, the batteries were dead! So he is running through the jungle in the pitch black! Now, unless you have been in the jungle on a moonless night, under the canopy of the forest without a light, you have NO idea how DARK it can get!
aAs he runs, he is praying aloud, "Please God! No snakes!"
Later he says he wished he had prayed "No thorns". I had to pull 13 thorns, some up to an inch long out of his feet after he got back. But he did make it to the pump house and he did get the pump started.

Josh and I felt the hose taken from us. It was so dark we couldn't see who ,or what! had ran by until one of the Indians said, "We got it now".
Whew! I was glad to not have to go through that dark jungle!

After fighting the fire for several hours, the village was able to save all but the one house.

The thing I remember most was poor Dorotea! She was crying, "My new bucket! I lost my new bucket!"
That was her prized possession! A plastic bucket.

I ask you, if you had a fire, would you be crying over a bucket? That kind of puts it in perspective for me! We are so wealthy!

Lets remember to be grateful! God has blessed us with so much in our country, we don't even comprehend how wealthy we are. So next time you (or I) feel like whining about not having something, think of Dorotea and her bucket.
--Jungles of Venezuela

Is this a trick?

Is this a trick?

I don’t see, I don’t taste, I don’t feel. I don’t live. I  can’t hear. I’m a scarecrow in the middle of nowhere.

My function is to frighten while dead

I’m am walking dead

Though I died a long time ago

Why am I sentenced to walk this walk

I have exhausted myself and my loved ones

I can’t bear to see their agony

How much longer can I pretend

How much can I swallow my pain and loneliness

How much longer I can survive without an inside, hollow, dug out of my being??

How much longer do I need to put on a fake smile?

How much longer do I need to hide the real me?

Am I real? I don’t feel I am real..

I feel I am just ball of pain with a head and two legs that are not connected.

I feel detached from my surrounding? I don’t even know or recognize where I am or

Who I am.

What I am doing here? How did I get here? Who put me here?

Am I real?

I don’t feel my body or spirit

What is going on?

Why am I here?

Who put me here?

Why am I here?

I don’t feel my existence. I think but I am not.