Tuesday, September 15, 2015

The Ninth Month


The feelings of grief are like the waves of the ocean.  Sometimes the feelings are big and it’s high tide, and sometimes they are small and it’s low tide. Sometimes the feelings are stormy, and sometimes they’re calm.       Towards the 9 month mark, you start to confront the reality of your loss and your more intense feelings of sadness, anger, heartbreak, fear, guilt and depression.  Somewhere in the second year you start to accept your loss and start to make accommodations in your life for your loss.  Your feelings begin to feel less intense and you experience more moments of peace and happiness. 

As you feel and express your feelings during the different phases of your grief, remember:  it is not that you are having a bad day, but a grieving day.  Just as you cannot stop the waves in the ocean, you cannot stop the feelings of grief.  You can only ride the wave of your grief and find a comfortable place to express it.  Find time to be with your pain now; postponed grief returns later.  Connect yourself with what you have lost, your old sense of self or the person you lost.


Wendy Feiereisen describes how grief changes as we embrace it in her poem, “Grief”:


You don’t get over it.
You just get through it.
You don’t get by it.
Because you can’t get around it.
It doesn’t “get better”.
It just gets different.

Every day, grief puts on a new face.

Yearning and searching for what you lost is another way of protesting the loss. It is typical during this time to review many of the “If only…” thoughts.   Again there are no answers to these thoughts. “If  only…I should have…I could have…” are phrases that reflect our intense desire to have control over what happened.  When you hear yourself using these phrases, picture a barrier at the top of a slope and stop yourself from finishing the thought.  Remember, at the bottom of this slippery slope is a dead end and if you continue your “if only” and “should have”  thoughts, you will slide down the slope and then need to climb back up.   


During this phase there is the sensation that it was a mistake; everything will go back to the way it was, my loved one is going to walk through the door any minute or my health will return.  This sensation is usually gone by the 9th month and many people experience this as a particularly intense period of grieving.  Somewhere around this time, you begin to move in and out of the avoidance phase and into the confrontation phase as you confront the reality that you will not find what you lost.


Confrontation Phase

This phase starts with the recognition that your life will not return to the way it was.  You have moved beyond feeling that your life is surreal and into recognizing that the way your life is now is your new normal.   Your grief during this time is very intense with your feelings being very acute and at times overwhelming, resulting in a state of disorganization.    

YES!  
This helps explain why I've been feeling so emotional 
and at such "loose ends" lately.
The ninth month brings with it the excruciating 
labor pains of birthing a new normal.
Maybe that's why I feel worn out!




Monday, September 14, 2015

Cheerio!

Departing September 19th and 
returning October 1st
Stay tuned...

Glad I got that raincoat!


AVERAGES FOR LONDON IN SEPTEMBER

 Temperature17°C 
61°F
Low Temperature13°C 
55°F
 High Temperature20°C 
67°F
 Sunshine Hours6 hrs
Chance of Sunny Day22 %
 Rainfall49mm
 Rainfall days15 days
Chance of Rain46 %
Chance of Cloudy Day22 %

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Happy Birthday, Shan!

Okay, I've just GOT to work on my phone-camera settings, 
and I will...but in the meantime, here's the best I could do for today.
I actually love that they aren't perfect.
Neither are we!
(I LOVE MY FAMILY!!!)
Singing Happy Birthday...again!
My precious D-I-L and cargo...
Singing "Happy Birthday to You", 
for the 3rd time,at Sawyer's request.
BundTinis, Mom's favorite!
(From Nothing Bundt Cake)
And here we go...
Okay, we got three of 'em...
Good job, Daddy...Weston's got his eyes on the prize!
As for the rest of them...
As good as it gets...
("Take it, Emmy...take it!")

Party Time at Rita's



Sole Mates
 (A Tribute to Lycra)
 Dedicated to Rita and Tom
September 12, 2015
Love, Sarah

I gave my love a pair of socks
Tied up with string in a simple box.
A brightly woven work of art
Each warp and woof right from the heart.

And though the colors were the same,
The patterns bore our separate names.
Apart quite fine, together rare;
Each one unique, yet quite a pair.

Each fiber bore its properties,
Mostly  cotton for its ease
And nylon for its strength to bear
The journey on the path out there.

But what is this?  Just 1%?
What good is Lycra?  Here's a hint.
It stretches 7 times its length
And springs right back with added strength.

Though it appears a single thread
My friends, do not then be misled
For intertwined are threads so thin
That they become a "second skin".

And so this gift, mismatched with care,
While I am here and you are there
Is  affirmation from my heart—
Sole Mates  together, and apart.

 Words and music by Sarah Mulkey


Saturday, September 12, 2015

Cotton Candy Day





Piano Man

It's in his genes:
 Same brilliantly musical facial expression!

Motion Pictures

Hey, is that my mama?
Let me at her!
 This is no fun!
 I never get to talk to her.
My turn yet?
 Well, okay then...I'm outta here!
I mean it!


Friday, September 11, 2015

From Ryon Price, Pastor of Second Baptist Lubbock

Daily Lesson for September 1, 2015


Today's daily lesson comes from Psalm 26 verse 8:

O Lord, I love the habitation of your house
and the place where your glory dwells.

Last night our Leadership Team at church had an important meeting on an important subject. Though there was a clear difference of opinion in the room there was also mutual respect, holy listening, and a space for all to speak the truth as they see it -- even when their truth appeared to be at odds with others' truth. As I listened, I kept remembering and even praying Paul's words of confession: "We see through a glass darkly."

At the end of the meeting there were still a lot of diverse opinions; I don't know that anybody changed anybody else's mind. There was some agreeing to disagree. But there was also respect -- and the recognition that someone could see it differently from you and still belong deeply and fully to the Body of Christ. In other words, the people put into practice an old watchword of Christian unity: in necessariis unitas, in dubiis liberate, in omnibus caritas -- "in essentials unity, in mystery freedom, and in all things love".

As we concluded the meeting the chairperson called on one of the true pillars of our church to say the prayer. With quivering voice, he began with these words, "LORD, I know I loved this church; but I have never loved it more," and went on with a beautiful prayer which ended in a in a quote from the book of Acts: "See how they love one another."

Belonging to our church in all its diversity is not always easy, but it is good.  And surely the presence of the LORD is in this place.


"All is grace," the country priest says at the end of his life 
in DIARY OF A COUNTRY PRIEST.
All is grace--including the free and unmerited joy of knowing it.



No human being can tame the tongue, but I heard of a group that tried. Before it was shut down by the Nazis, Dietrich Bonhoeffer formed a small, "underground" communal seminary in a place called Finkenwalde. One of the rules at Finkenwalde was nobody could talk about anybody else without the presence of the other person being in the room. After WWII, Bonhoeffer's former students wrote about that time in seminary and admitted that the rule was absolutely impossible to keep; however, they said just trying to keep the rule totally reshaped the character of the Finkenwalde community.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Enough

Love will find a way...
"Spider-Back"


Emmy's House

Boston Babes in Texas

Look who's coming to Mimi & PaPa's house!
 Landon & Evelyn

Adorables!

First Friday Art Trail

LIFE IMITATING ART!
JOY x 2 at the Pioneer...
 Interactive Art at the LHUCA










 Check!
Check, Check, Check!