Just sharing

Sometimes the world just keeps gyrating, the day continues on as any other day, people come, people go, children can’t wait to grow up so grownups can’t tell them what to do, while grownups wish they were children again so they would have less responsibilities.

And with this, some of us find that we have time our on hands, time to think of days ahead or days left behind, maybe we are just thinking of a loved one we miss or a family member we are no longer in touch with, we don’t always realize or understand why we do not have that person in our life, but it never wavers, the constant knowing that person is out there in the world and we cannot touch them, or talk to them or even know what they are up to; makes us sad or mourn the loss of whatever it is we once had with that person, relative, or just a friend.

I was chatting with my sister on the phone the other night; she called to tell me she was missing one of our family members that she has lost contact with, her voice sounded sad, hurt by whatever foolishness has kept it where they are not in contact with each other. Family can tug on your heartstrings in the middle of the night, slowly as November is closing in, winter’s cold air becoming brisk and with it memories can be stirred like the embers on a fire log burning within the a fireplace, it just needs a little nudge to keep the cinders burning. After I spoke to my sister, I started thinking about days goneby , my youth, a war that took place so long ago called Vietnam. I recalled a bracelet I had worn for year, it was a MIA bracelet, a 19 year old boy named Stephen, I always wondered what happen to him, was he killed in action or did he just put down his gun one day and wander off into the jungles of Nam, never to be seen again, never to contact his family, his family never knowing what happen to him, always holding out hope in the back of their mind that Stephen could walk through the door and his family would quietly pick up from where they left off.......... You see, I got all of this just from having a conversation with my sister, who is missing a family member who is not talking to her and I thought to myself, whoa, Family members decide one day they don’t want anything to do with us, no particular reason, they have just put us aside as if we were never a part of their being and move on with their life, to me, that makes that family member a real M.I.A.- missing in action, only not the action of a war, or the missing of a loved one that you have no idea where they are or what could have happened to them, but a family member who is within miles of your home, a family member who could pick of a phone and just start a conversation and move on from there. But that would be too difficult for some, cause it means they would have to change their routine, or it might inconvenient their day to day lifestyle to take the time to say “Hi, I just wanted you to know I am thinking about you and hope you are doing okay”, No, these family members would rather live the existence of a M.I.A. leaving you wondering in the middle of the night why they don’t want to be a part of your life, to share family time or even a quiet whisper of conversation late into the night to say, hey........... thinking about you!

Family

What is the meaning of family today in 2009?

In the year 2009, the family structure has changed; the dynamics have changed as well. The family today is not the Leave it To Beaver setting it was some fifty years ago. Some of us thought when we had a family; we hoped for the most part that it would be a Rockwell Setting, treasured by everyone who saw us as a family. But mostly what we see is life unfolding, quietly, gracefully, one moment at a time.


I am discouraged by the stories I have heard in 2009 that reflect our unwillingness to extend to our men, the same emotional support we so desperately want filled by “our man.” Our men need us as they transition from provider to “househusband” until they can figure out what’s next. For some househusband may become a permanent answer while their wife earns the higher salary. Despite what you may or may not think of men (and girl I understand) they generally do have their family’s best interests at heart. They want us to have the house in a great neighborhood, good schools, support your passion, vacations, and pretty things whatever it is in the lifestyle you and your children want.

In previous blogs I have decisively stated my full support of real housewives and the importance of their hard work at home and raising their children. That being said, for some women, there is no broadmindedness for their husband’s emotional breakdown in watching their business, long-career or job in a specific area (which often does not translate easily to another field of work) fail. Men from mid to early 40’s through 65 are suddenly faced with completely starting over, in the real estate market, car business, factory assembly, corporate careers, textile…the list is long and may not be pretty.
However, in the first six months of unemployment we see them struggle and feeling overwhelmed by the job market in their own fields. Some take any job, while looking for another. By the second six months we are dissatisfied, appalled by their being at home and need for them to start doing the chores that you no longer have the time to complete. I whole hardly agree whoever is home takes care of the home.
Unhappily they are fraught with depression and concerned as the job market is bleak and funds have all about run out. They are not proud of sitting on the couch overwhelmed and feeling defunct, they do not know the symptoms of depression. We begin to believe they have become lazy, taking advantage of the situation as a temporary vacation while we scramble to keep it all going
The man you thought you married is still there but he needs a chance to recover. His inner life, his self-image as he knows it has been crushed. You don’t have to understand the way a man thinks to support him as one human being to another. He needs to know you still value and appreciate him. He needs your acknowledgement that he has been a “good” man and you will be there to catch him when he falls.
During these unsympathetic financial times we all need to pull together during the hard times. It is easy to be happy when all is well. Now is the time to remember why you are together and what is the most important things in your lives are.
Children yearn for time with parents. It makes them feel special. Parents are encouraged to find time to spend playing with their kids on a regular basis. This should include one to one with each child and group time with all of the adults and kids in the home. If you are a single parent or have an only child, occasionally invite family or friends over to play.
Playing with kids builds a bond that will last forever. It lets the child know he or she is loved and pleasing. It opens the door for sharing problems and concerns when the need arises. It helps the parent get to know and under the uniqueness of each child. This also improves parent-child communication and reduces behaviour problems. It is also great stress reducer for overworked parents.

Child Psychology information to help build parenting skills that help to provide structure and encouragement for children of all ages from toddlers to teens. These positive parenting tips build self-esteem, self-discipline and create kids that are winners. Parents learn useful techniques to improve specific behavior problems.

Whatever your style of parenting is, remembering a family is a team of people working together, to get into the same direction that performs as a family with love, thoughtful and compassion for once another, family means work, a work that has outstanding results when we work together as one unit with love, as a family, always in the name of love.

I am Viesta, I am out~

Face of a Child

With less than 5 weeks to go until Christmas, I’m finding myself incredibly far behind in both my cards I need to write and my read-set-go to get away for a few days during Christmas.
I know a few of us getting a little down over the holidays, but I would like to think that we know Christmas Spirit is alive and well, just look into the faces of kids everywhere, they are always hopeful, always in awe of the Christmas lights, trees, the long line to whisper to Santa what they want for gifts....... It does not matter the times, the days, the media news, if you really want to share or feel the spirit of the holidays, look into the face of a hopeful child. I wish more of us could remember that feeling, that excitement, that loyalty to imagination.
How about you? Are you done with your holiday shopping yet? Do you think you’ll be ready in time?

The Monster RA

My RA has made life hard, sometimes even debilitating, but has also created a spirit within me that I never knew existed. I know this will sound a bit bizarre, but what I’ve learned because of it, I would never want to lose. If ever the genius who could remove all signs of my RA, I would still ask don’t take away what arthritis has done to my soul”. RA in many ways has shown me I am a kind person, a person that can understand and listen to others who share this journey of RA, it has made me patient and I revel in the days when my pain is low. I wouldn’t want to give away the perception it has thought me. It’s invaluable and essential to who I am and who I hope to be, along with my enduring husband who has been there for me every step of the way.

Don’t get me wrong, I do mourn the healthy person I once was, but I swear to all that is beyond our thinking, even with a disease like RA, we can learn a lot about ourselves and others. I still get irritated and think “why me” every now and then. That is inevitable. When I am down, I get really dark. But now, when I find myself in those moments of despair, I talk myself out of it and take on the monsters of RA. I know it is okay to allow yourself to be unhappy occasionally.

Thanks for letting me sound off ..... Blessings, Ves

Death is What It Is~ Mankind Have Become Vampires~

7 dead, 12 injured in Fort Hood shooting The World is a Vampire


His name appears on radical Internet postings. A fellow officer says he fought his deployment to Iraq and argued with soldiers who supported U.S. wars." He was a man of science, a Psychiatrist, a man that was there to help others who were suffering from the effects of this situation, a place called Iraq...... need more be said? His name is Dr Maj Hasan- he was American born, a faithful man to his religion of Muslim, he has been quoted as saying such things as Muslims should stand up and fight the aggressor and that we should not be in the war in the first place." He said that eHasan said he was "happy" when a US soldier was killed in an attack on a military recruitment centre in Arkansas in June. An American convert to Islam was accused of the shootings.

Dr Maj Hasan was a devout Muslim and had sought for several years to be discharged from the military, the Washington Post reported, citing his aunt. Noel Hasan told the newspaper her nephew had endured name-calling and harassment about his faith for years after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks on New York and the Pentagon.

But in scope, no matter his religion, what he felt or did not feel, he took the lives of innocence today- he murdered, why, we do not know, but does it matter, even in the knowing of why, that won’t bring back the dead. War is hell, men’s war games are hell. It does not make a man bigger, or a bad ass or more important to pick up a weapon and kill, to me, it makes him a coward hiding behind a loaded gun. Men are boys and they will never learn that war is not the answer.

The magnitude of what happened is mind boggling, even for those familiar with unexpected acts of violence. "
Quite an ironic day to commit a treasonous act against your country.

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.

The world makes less and less sense to me, the world is a vampire and we are just the food that the wars will continue to feed upon, until we are no more~~~

I am Viesta and I am Out~

Hazy Days of Poems

Breach
Free of the untruths we recite,
Beholding reality for what is right,
Rise high your glass, in praise of man
understand his nature while you can.
Delicious in appearance, beware the cost,
for it shall bitter in taste with innocence lost.
Freeing my bonds to explore his night.
In this I find you will not like.
From in this depth you cannot fight.
No truth or lessons for me be taught,
It guides me in this soul I rot.
Soiled and raw with stench of death,
screaming, illusive, foul, be my breath.
In my solemned disillusion I lurch and writhe,
I am his grief, have no doubt,
a dispirited life, now cast me out.
In these wounds I will feel no more,
the scalding sun upon this tasteless sore.
Man hides behind his faceless disguise
always to parish in truth, as I live his lies.
Remove his harmony for I have become his past,
Thinking I could hold on to love, never to last,
Giving way to blackness, I belong to the night,
Down here in the shadows seeing the last of my light~
Viesta Morrison ~