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Words… words, words, words

There is a viral photo that makes its way around Facebook and Tumblr and probably every other social media site out there at least once every two or three weeks.  And it’s my turn to share it because it’s really important to me.

Always speak with consideration and purpose

This picture always jerks my heart-strings.  I’ve seen this exact expression on my little boy’s face before.  To my shame, there have been times I put it there.  I sometimes think I need to see this picture at least twice a day as personal penance for what I did to someone who deserves no less than the fullest expression of my love, but often receives my short temper and my frazzled nerves and my mental vacancy.

And because I have had my fair share of years in suffering for the words of others.  No matter how much I was told to “stop being such a baby” or to “grow up” (or the infamous “You think that hurt?  How about this?“–usually followed by some physically violent act), I know which injuries actually hurt the most and the longest.

Yesterday, my son said something on our ride home…  We’d been having a talk on respect because of an incident at school, and I was asking him how he would have felt if his father or I had done the same thing to him so he might hopefully understand how his actions were affecting others.    We seemed to have connected well at the moment, and rather than dwell on the issue, I tried to shift the conversation by pointing out a turtle I saw trying to cross the road in front of us.

“Is he* dead?”

“No.   He’s fine.  But this is a bad time for him to be crossing the road.  There’s a lot of traffic right now.”

“Did you run him over?”

“I was able to go around him, Sweetie.”

“Oh.  I hope the car behind us hits him and he dies.”

I just…  Well, a double take certain happened.  My normally gentle Boodle who still wants to cuddle and hug and sing “You are My Sunshine” with us in his little boy soprano before bedtime–how could he ever want to cause another living creature suffering?  I remembered how much he’d cried when, during a walk one day, we saw a dead rabbit along the road once, and he needed a huge hug.

And so I had to ask him again.  ‘How would he have felt if either his father or I, or any of his school mates, said that about our kitty Stimpy or about one of us….  Did he really think that was a kind thing to say?’

And maybe I tried to make my point too hard, because I saw that expression.  And he woke up last night from a bad dream, because he was sorry that he’d hurt the turtle, and he hoped it didn’t get hit.

Since I didn’t drive him into school today, I didn’t have a chance to see if the turtle did survive.  I confess, I’m rather glad.  What has happened, has happened.  And if I’d driven, I know the Boodle would have asked.  He does things like that.

*Yes, I know the turtle was very likely a female looking for a place to nest, but it seemed silly to argue semantics at the time

Now, for my ROW80 check-in:

Most anything I have to report fits into the SNAFU category.  Nothing particularly wrong.  Stuff is getting done, slowly.  I’ve actually made some great progress on my reading so that’s a bonus I had not expected.  It just feels like things are stagnating.

I’m experiencing a lot of personal resistance to the editing process for Release.  There is a part of myself that so desperately wants to just let the project die, and there is also that part that wants to do something with it.  I’m plying my mental energy on other projects while I try to figure out what I want to do.  I’m starting to think, if I am going to use it, a full rewrite may be in order, as well as a whole restructuring of all three parts of Parvenu (that Release is the first piece of–or rather used to be ).

Beyond that, I could go into specifics about the number of pages typed, the words explored…  Instead, here’s a link to my goals this ROWnd.  I’m ahead of everything except number of words of “new story”, and I’m not too far behind on that, even if it’s all in the wrong story.

So, any other ROWers here?  How’d your week go?

If you aren’t a ROW80 member and would like to see the blogs of some of our other amazing writers, here’s a linky for this check-in.  And here is a link to the main Round of Words in 80 Days for more on this writing challenge.

And lastly, here is one of my favorite Madonna songs: Words  because they DO matter.

Yop! A Mid-week Check-in

"Touch Me not" flower

Even making this post seems more like an exercise in being heard than because I know what to say.  Oh, there are all the great things that I’ve accomplished this week.  There is the twist of the story that I discovered sometime after 1am that I wanted so much to develop when I woke up (but didn’t because I had made a promise to a friend to help out).  I feel like I’m spinning my wheels.

But then I remember….  I have no wheels to spin.

If you’re wondering why I say that, here’s a trio of links for your edification:

  1. http://undisguisedlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-to-trigger-new-way-of-living.html
  2. http://undisguisedlife.blogspot.com/2012/03/mental-clarity-or-how-to-read-reality.html
  3. http://undisguisedlife.blogspot.com/2012/04/compassion.html

I confess, I am still absorbing the first one.  Who is this “I” person anyway?  But can I say “I’ll think about it”?

The second one feels painfully devastating to my mind/flesh existence, a sense of loss of my writing words, my creativity…  of my imaginary friends!  My husband and I have these talks occasionally when I tell him how I understand on a very visceral level how “believing in belief” (here’s part II) can be so alluring even when one is not affiliated with any dedicated religious path.   There is a part of me that needs for something unseen and beyond myself to exist in order for me to touch the worlds I write from.  And while it’s probably not true that I need this belief….  I believe that I do, and I’m not quite ready to give up my belief.

However, I cannot say for sure yet that this is what Nick is trying to say here.  Either way, it feels uncomfortably like I have been feeling lately, as if it just is, and I cannot touch it, but I can speak of its effects.

The last link?   That I had no trouble getting my head around.  And interestingly enough, it related to some of the topics discussed by Guy McPherson in the question and answer segment of his video The Myth of Sustainability.  So many things we do for the sake of the individual.  Yet we forget (or ignore) how much we affect each other.  If we really did act with compassion….  What a change we could make in the world.

So there we go.  That’s part of where my mind has been lately.  That and watching my son and husband play Twister (I did not last long in the games).

ROW80 Check-in

Feels So Good (Chuck Mangione album)

Linked to a Youtube video because it is such an awesome song

Since this is midweek, I’m going to make this a mini.  I’m a bit behind on my new story writing.  The typing is going well.  The editing I’m ahead on.

Even the other stuff…  Today I put myself into Hootsuite.  Testing the waters.  Not sure I really like it.  Been twitchy not having Facebook sitting there.  It could also be due to my not having set it up fully.  And I do NOT like the $6 a month cost.  I’m weird that way, not big on subscriptions, though I don’t mind a larger one-time fee.  We’ll see what happens.

I’m off to post this and to sleep and dream.  Maybe tomorrow we’ll be off to co-op, maybe we won’t.  Things are always in flux.

And that’s okay.

DO something, even if it is WRONG

There is no smell more disgusting and obnoxious than the smell of microwaved chicken wings.  Ugh!  pain to the nose, and my whole house smells like it now because my husband just threw in a pack of T.G.I.Friday’s Buffalo wings.  Vile.  Cannot stand it.  And I love Buffalo wings. Continue reading