Survival of the Mind

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I have spent a lot of time being depressed and struggling with my mind as those who read my blog would know. I have spent many a blog post being sad, but also unburdening myself.

My latest dip into the black dog pool took me to a different place this time. I just couldn’t write anymore and because of that it felt as though I was so bottled up with emotions I would explode, but it did lead me in a different direction. I swapped a Psychologist for a spiritual healer, and I took up yoga again. I also only take one medication now.

I’ve realised that the quieter I make my mind, so the world and all of its banging and clanging becomes quiet for me too. I’ve found that burning candles and connecting with my angels or spirit guides bring me peace. One of my greatest calming methods is meditation. There is something so very powerful about sitting quietly, with my hands in a praying position, resting on my chest, with my head lowered and in silence. Peace, calm, tranquility and balance takes over. Something I have not had much of throughout my life, but it is something I can freely give myself. Only I have the power to do that for myself. I have also discovered the power of gratitude. The more grateful one is, the higher your vibration.

I have my moments of losing to those little black doggies, but they’re puppies at the moment. I’m doing my best to keep them that way.

Generation

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The daily prompt today is “Generation.” Interesting word. I was wondering exactly how long a generation is. Of course, I had to Google. Some say it’s 20 years, some say 25 years, and I saw somewhere that the Bible says it’s 70 years.

For myself, I look at it as decades. The children born in the eighties, for instance, are entirely different to those born in the nineties and so on.

By different I mean in the taste of music, the changes in education, different style of clothing and often a different attitude. Even the parents differ from their parents due to the “generation gap” or to my mind the decade gap. We are continually changing and evolving as the years go by.

One thing, though, we are still human beings no matter what the going trend is. We all need love, understanding and kindness, and most of all, open minds.

The Streets of Sacrifice.

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I have always thought of sacrifices as being noble, doing the right thing even if it is hard for us to do. I have made my sacrifices in life. I have tried my best to make the right decisions in the choices with the sacrifices I’ve made.

In hindsight, I’ve learnt that making a sacrifice is not necessarily a good thing if you’ve made the wrong choice and sacrificed incorrectly. Some of our choices will only prove to be the right or wrong choices over time when we can see the outcome of those decisions.

I am naturally hesitant to go into detail about my personal sacrifice, but I will say that I was wrong while trying to do right. My little knowledge acquired recently from the school of life is that it doesn’t mean that a sacrifice is the right thing to do because it is a sacrifice.

We could make the wrong sacrifice, but how are we to know the outcome of our sacrifice without having ridden the wave of it. No matter how noble you think you’re being, it is not always necessarily the right choice.

Sometimes the right thing is not sacrificing at all but rather being proactive without the sacrifice. This, of course, will not apply to all decisions, but it will apply to some.

“Regrets, I’ve had a few” if I could quote from Frank Sinatra’s song, My Way.

I calm my soul with the thought that my the sacrifices I made were made with good intentions and love.

 

Lighting Candles

IMG_2403-privateI’m not too sure where and when I started lighting candles, but I light them often.  I light candles for people I know who are going through difficult times in their lives.  I light them just simply for love of someone, and every now and then I light a candle for myself.

I know in many religions people light candles.  Mine is not so much because of my religion, I don’t even have a religion anymore, I don’t think any religion would want me, lol….It’s just that somehow it gives me comfort, the light in the dark.

I have so many candles that have burnt right down to the bottom.  I have trouble throwing them away when they’ve reached their end.  I have no idea why, possibly because I have burnt them for the reasons I mentioned above.  Today Im lighting my own candle for feeling so broken hearted.  I wonder if it will help.

“But happiness is just an illusion,
Filled with sadness and confusion.”

Sunday Afternoon Nap

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HRH is very tired most of the time.  I love finding him sleeping on my bed, that’s when I steal a few hugs and cuddles.  The purring is an added bonus.  He only allows a teeny bit of cuddles though.   Then I have to leave him alone so that he continue with the very important task of napping on hand.