Careful what you text

In the age of media contact all of us are guilty at times of texting first thinking after. This is all well and good…until it isn’t.

As I remind the mobile phone generation if people cannot see the expression on your face nor hear the tone in your voice what you think may be funny may appear exactly the opposite to the recipient.

Grown ups are just as guilty and with predictive text we so often say something completely different than we intended in our haste to reply.Though this often causes merriment to your friend trying to decipher your message.

Slow down, say what you mean and try to mean what you say. Better still pick up the phone and have a real conversation or go and meet said friend/family member for a coffee or glass of wine…like the good old days.

 

Comforting others and being positive

Whilst I can only hope to occasionally please my readers with my writing. I am told I do give comfort and hope to many by talking about taboo subjects honestly but with positive advice.

However, I still love to quote from the great men that have gone before me.

An excellent thought for the day is ‘One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life; that word is love.’ Sophocles.

And…of course Freud’s talking cure; ‘the purpose to change hysterical misery into ordinary human unhappiness.’

Today’s blog I will end with a regular quote from my funny Jewish grandmother Dorothy Christmas:-

‘If things don’t alter they stay as they are!…’ and indeed they do.

I am happy

Just been contacted by a dear friend and a follower of my blog – concerned about my state of mind or should I say happiness levels having read last few posts. She is also aware that I am known to dance strangely to songs like the ‘Monster Mash’ but that is only on very special occasions and with the right dancing partner!

Setting the record straight: I am happy and healthy I believe but have my share of sadness to overcome as does everyone; but just to confirm my blog is mainly to help others who may be going through bereavement… hence posts about mindfulness, support charities and hopefully a few words of wisdom to let the bereaved know they are not alone in their journey.

The blog site is also a platform to promote my own writing and specific publications… I am my own marketing department too!! Joys of being a poor tortured writer eh?

I think ‘said follower’ tunes in more when I write the random blogs which normally embarrass my daughter (who thinks I am losing the plot and questions my sanity) when I steer away from my serious subjects.

Just goes to prove one can’t please everybody every day.

 

Divine purpose

Today I am devoting some time to my own publishing projects and having a further read through of Dancing in my Dreams’  a personal account of my own journeys through bereavement.

Little taster:-

“Welcome your grief with open arms –don’t push it away! There is no quick solution I’m afraid we all have to go through the various stages of grief at one time or another –delayed and/or inhibited grief are common but what many do not comprehend these latter and often chosen routes are indeed optional… arguably to a certain degree by various experts.  

Opinions and theories of experts’ aside the bereaved often just need to feel they are not alone in their grieving whilst searching for answers and coming to terms with their loss. I recently read a passage by Albert Einstein which sums up the urge, for some to comfort. ‘ We know each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to have a divine purpose and  that we are here for the sake of others..for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy.’”

I say this so often but if you know anybody going through bereavement try and offer some friendship and support. Remember they need this for a long time after the funeral and not just leading up to it. It is never an over-night recovery far from it, whilst respecting privacy is one thing abandonment is another.

Stuck in a lift

I remember some years back being stuck in a lift with a small group of people. The lift suddenly broke down between floors, but just short of a floor, it’s doors opened about twelve inches. Through the gap we could see people walking, their feet level with our heads. Apart from calling the in-house mechanics people on the landing soon started to see what had happened and began talking to us.

When I say talking to us; few were actually of any constructive use with words of comfort. Indeed many made matters worse by reminding us  just how bad our predicament was and how they couldn’t cope. With comments such as ‘must be so hot in there, breathing must be difficult, bet you are scared…’ I could go on but I won’t.

Why am I sharing this mini horror story??? Well going through bereavement can be just like that lift experience, in that one is going through the worst possible experience, and feeling trapped with no escape from our pain. Those closest to us are going through it too and seemingly not coping anywhere near as well as we are and eventually we cannot support each other…like the lift there is only just so much oxygen! However, people ‘on the outside’ who maybe friends or associates may be surprisingly more supportive and some may be of no use at all. It’s a maze of emotions and a nightmare but we will find who our true friends are and what the power of love can do.

Reverting to the lift story; one business man kept his overcoat buttoned up, hat firmly on his head and his briefcase huddled tightly to his chest, whilst the rest of us began peeling off layers  trying to keep cool emotionally and physically…it was stifling. We were in there for well over an hour and a half. As an observer of life it was interesting to see how some people helped themselves and helped others by keeping spirits up.

In bereavement this happens too; sometimes those that are in the most pain (determined by the closeness of their relationship with the deceased) appear to be coping well and also comforting those that are not. To be generous of heart is an amazing gift but not at the cost of one’s own long term health. I remember Oprah Winfrey famously saying in a plane the safety instructions say ‘use the oxygen mask yourself first before helping others;’ 

Grief is not a competition and there is no right or wrong way, but those that opt for living in the drama at the cost of those around really do not help themselves or those with genuine grief who may be suffering silently. We saw such a lot of hysteria around the passing of princess Diana and colleagues and I have discussed how unhealthy this was.

It also really angers me when others tell somebody how they should be acting and when and how they ‘should be over it’. We all cope in our own way as everybody’s journey is different. In life there is no doubt that gravitating towards those that have a positive outlook will help us through our most difficult times.

Being encouraged to go on living a fulfilled life albeit slowly returning to some kind of normality won’t fill an unbearable void left when we lose a loved one but it will help ease our pain and set us on the slow road to acceptance.

As I advised a family member this week; there is no short cut through bereavement we have to get through it as best we can and each process brings its own challenges, including unexplained feelings of guilt and anger. It is also a time when if one has faith it will be questioned and those that have ‘found religion’ may offend those that haven’t or really don’t want to. As with recovering from serious illness bereavement will make some of us really take stock of our lives and make drastic changes and/or accept amazing challenges.

Live, laugh and love and face a day at a time as really that is all any of us can do.

Seeing things clearly

The downside of sunshine if there is such a thing is one realises that the windows need cleaning. My patio door is frequently in need of a clean being the exit route for my beloved moggies. I am certain I am not the only one who hops in and out trying to work out which side the mark on the window really is!!

I guess the same can be said about life; we think we have everything clear in our mind and where we are going and then something else catches our eye and distracts our attention.

I was reminded recently that distractions can be good but nice as they are we all have to revert to those awaiting chores…like cleaning the windows and tidying up our life.

One of my closest friends and I regularly discuss the value of being taken off course and maybe giving an opportunity to re-think our plan, or, are we just honing it having gathered more knowledge which gives us clarity.

I never see anything as a waste of my time but I am certainly far more selective of where I spend it the older I get. The irony being I seem to have crammed so much in the past few years and I still have so much more that I want to achieve.

My blog has been running a year; whilst very few people have the courage to leave a comment many more tell me they enjoy the posts. It is always really nice when somebody does. I write it mainly to help others make sense of bereavement (my main topic) and hopefully inspire a few writers too.

Off to have lunch with my beautiful sister our own family ‘Lulu’ every youthful and lovely.

 

The happiness balloon

As I was chatting to my accountant a big blue balloon blew into my garden. Somebody somewhere is having a party.

However, my two cats are now traumatized; one was in the garden and flew for her life and the big lad (scaredy cat) is staying firmly indoors with his glare fixed on said intruder.

I guess the message being one man’s party is another’s idea of hell.

To me it’s the symbol of happiness; and it’s Friday, it’s the weekend and time to have fun.

Off to the local watering hole to chew the cud early tonight!

What really counts…

Some people spend their whole life searching for answers which may just be staring them in the face. Life is indeed what we make it and richness can be measured in so many ways. Today I remind myself how fortunate I am to have a great family and wonderful circle of friends who support me and when needed I do my best to support them too.

I have quite a few close friends and family members going through bereavement and one of the things I always try to remind the bereaved is to remember their loved one’s achievements in life and who they were. This is far preferable than focusing on the way they died, and, in the case of an unexpected death so many unanswered questions remain and often we feel a terrible sense of anger or injustice dependent on the circumstances.

Just after my own mother died a boyfriend gave me a poem ‘How do you live your dash’ author unknown.  This reminds us of just how important our lives are however short the dash is between the date we were born and the date we died we will have loved, been loved and touched the hearts of many and achieved so much.  One verse follows:-

‘For that dash represents all the time she spent alive on earth

And now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth

For it matters not how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash

What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash’

A few of my followers will resonate with and understand why this is the subject of today’s post. A few more lines from the same poem and a great mantra for the weekend…no life!

‘And be less quick to anger, show appreciation more

And love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before.’

 

How men see women

Just re-watched the Jack Nicholson film ‘As good as it gets’ . I had to laugh when his character was asked by one of his literary fans how he managed to get the female characters so accurately? His reply:-

‘I think of a man then take away reason and accountability.’

Come on girls that cannot be true….

I have to confess whilst studying for my various counselling qualifications I often had a private giggle at some of the serious explanations of the differences between how men and women think!! Don’t tempt me.

Keep smiling and let’s keep them guessing we remain as much a mystery as the contents of our handbags. Not quite as bad as the ‘man drawer’ eh?

 

My feet will want to march…

Maybe Easter makes for some of us a more reflective time when many will remember their loved ones no longer alive. Combined with the start of Spring and all the new hope that brings in terms of what beauty nature provides around us I am reminded by a few lines from a beautiful poem many of you may know.

‘No, forgive me.

If you are not living,

if you, beloved, my love,

if you

have died,

all the leaves will fall on my breast,

it will rain upon my soul night and day,

the snow will burn my heart,

I shall walk with cold and fire and death and snow,

my feet will want to march toward where you sleep,

but

I shall go on living,’

I think the last line sums up how one feels when losing somebody close; we want to march to where they are but we know in reality we have to go on living. In our hearts we know they would want us to live life to the full and that must be their legacy. Bereavement is a sad companion but as difficult as it is to imagine at first it does get easier as we learn to accept.

Spiritual hugs to anybody going through bereavement -remember to celebrate their life.