Monday,.. This new year came in with a bang for me.I celebrated alone,and that’s not the first time that’s happened.but it was still a…
Monday,.. This new year came in with a bang for me.I celebrated alone,and that’s not the first time that’s happened.but it was still a drag.So,in spite of all that I get a message that my son decied that he did not want to live anymore.Talk about heart-wrenching.That came to me at about twelve o’clock wednesday.I went to sleep about 4:30 thursday morning.Truthfully,this has not been a ride over the rainbow for me.But you know what/,..I am not worried about all this.Life is too short.And yes I worry about my kids,my life,no job,etc. Nothing stops me from being what I want to be,and doing what I want to do.There are still mountains to climb,and valleys to fill in. Stick around and you’ll see just what my creator will do for me.
I am not going to bore you with all my papers this semester but it is interesting how yesterdays connections with my fellow female bubble…
I am not going to bore you with all my papers this semester but it is interesting how yesterdays connections with my fellow female bubblelites encouraged me to pick this passage from the book ‘Into The Wild’ where I was to comment on a paragraph and write one in response… Here it is and thanks for your inspiration every day.!! xoxoxox Into The Wild Page 70 It is true that many creative people fail to make mature personal relationships, and some are extremely isolated. It is also true that, in some instances, trauma, in the shape of early separation or bereavement, has steered the potentially creative person toward developing aspects of his personality, which can find fulfillment in comparative isolation. But this does not mean that solitary, creative pursuits are themselves pathological…. / Avoidance behavior is a response designed to protect the infant from behavioral disorganization. If we transfer this concept to adult life, we can see that an avoidant infant might very well develop into a person whose principal need was to find some kind of meaning and order in life which was not entirely, or even chiefly, dependent upon interpersonal relationships. / Anthony Storr, / Solitude: A Return To Self Response: / I have become active as an individual, creatively, in the latter part of my life. Meaning I am choosing activities and projects that envelope the whole of me; the intellectual as well as the spiritual self. Before pursuing these creative outlets, I can see where my tendencies toward isolation and the inability to make ‘mature personal relationships’ were puzzling for me as well as others. Now, looking back on my life, I can see what Anthony Storr refers to as ‘trauma in the shape of early separation or bereavement’ causing ‘Avoidance behavior’. However the good news is this kind of contrast that life introduced me to early on has indeed allowed me to want to find as he says ‘meaning and order in life which was not entirely, or even chiefly, dependent upon interpersonal relationships.’ I feel the creative self has perhaps an uncomfortable ingredient that does not allow for complacency early on, this ‘ingredient’ is so subtle in the making we sometimes do not come around to it ‘s full intention in this life. Sometimes we ignore our longings toward our higher sense of being and miss the boat altogether. For me, I am here at the last minuet of acceptance in school because I could no longer avoid its call to me. And frankly, I believe this is what keeps me inspired, passionate and young!
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Group Light In The Darkness has featured trauma !!! .... thank you so much Romo you gave me beautiful piece of art Trapped .. thank you so much sweet Sal Sally Omar & Amber Elizabeth Fromm !!! it’s a great honour!!! / love you all, Ushna.
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Group SANATORIUM B featured trauma !!!! ... thanks you so much burningark & Hilton Briscoe that’s a great honour really! .. and how can I forget Romo that credit also goes to you my friend cause it’s a team work!! / Love you all, / many blessings, / Ushna.
Sometimes life is hard. I go through emotions I cannot explain? Or it wouldn’t be right to explain even if I could? I suffer with high an…
Sometimes life is hard. I go through emotions I cannot explain? Or it wouldn’t be right to explain even if I could? I suffer with high angsiety and stress because of what life dishes out to me? / My faith does give me the strength to endure there is no doubt about it. Without it I don’t think for one moment that I would be around talking to my friends here on RB? I know I have been missing for quite a while, part of it obviously has been because I was without my computer. But my wonderful husband had bought all the parts to build me one and finally he has. He is the best thing that has happened in my life and I love him dearly. / But also the other reason I’ve not had a full share on RB is because of my emotional state that I find myself in at times when I am just not coping. I am left coping with feelings of hurt and abuse especially now my family have made contact with me and yes, I can forgive and even try my best to forget. But something inside just still hurts very much. / The point that I want to make is that and it has really ment so much to me actually and I want to thank all my very best friends here on RB who despite my absence and maybe unexplained . . . I don’t know but what ever you must be thinking of me?? Still have stood by me and faithfully and loyally suported me here on RB with kind and thoughtful feedback on my work. I am very touched. / What has inspired me to write this was, someone who’s work I admire so much and this person is one of the many top artists here on RB is cheesed off because someone has used her tallent without so much as to saying thank you and because of that she is going to take leave of RB? That is a crying shame. / I do hope this amazing artist changes her mind and doesn’t punnish all those who do really appreciate her and have been suporting her loyally? It always is usually that one person that will try to ruin it for all the rest because of their own selfish ego. / The thing is, for me, despite myself that I am experiencing? It is my friends here on RB that keep me going with all of your kind and warm genuine words! I want to thank you all so much, with my deepest heartfelt regards, Sylvia x
I’m thinking about a delicate subject right now, after watching an episode of South Park this morning. The episode entailed Mr. Garrison …
I’m thinking about a delicate subject right now, after watching an episode of South Park this morning. The episode entailed Mr. Garrison (The kids’ homosexual, masochistic, repulsive teacher for those who do not watch) giving the kids an assignment. He paired up all the kids in the class boy and girl, except Stan and Kyle. He paired the two boys up because he knew that same sex parents (males in this case) cannot prove competent and responsible care-givers. / I, a quite confidently straight 15 year old male, still believe that this is in some cases, false. I have a gay relative and I think he and his partner would make great parents. The only problem is, is the child growing up in school and in a society where the act is frowned upon by a majority. The child will grow and blossom around a group of people with mothers and straight fathers and not know why he doesn’t have the same thing. / If I was gay, I probably would have a different opinion… discuss.
When I began on Red Bubble, I made a digital painting as sort of a celebration, a good launch as it were: Washi...
When I began on Red Bubble, I made a digital painting as sort of a celebration, a good launch as it were: Washi The thing is, I tend to, you see, save some steps separately along the way, in case of program failure or change of whim, or etc. I ended up with several steps saved of ‘Washi’, and, in the end, even though I loved the result, it didn’t make it easier to give up some of the other ones. I ended up uploading a variation as the very next piece: Washi Iredine Variation 2 Several other of the steps were set aside, on a disk, for possible future inspirational needs, or for the writing of journals, or such as that. Tonight, I tried to finish them off, going in different directions, so that I could upload them and be done with them. There were four of them, I think; maybe, five. Now, there are more like 11 of them, because I just created several new variations that I like about equally to each other and to the original saved steps. I could quickly go mad, trying to sort out what to do with them. It’s really too many of the same basic design to upload, but ..they are pretty. So ..??? Feel free to give advice, if you like, but mostly this is me just moaning and whining, outloud; so to speak (so to speak! )
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Group Current Issues featured trauma!!! thats really and great honour! / thank you so much Ruben Flanagan aka, Helen Bascom, BySilent!! ..how can I forget Robin! that was a collaboration with my sweet friend Romo that credit also goes to you my friend! / Love & Peace, Ushna.
After more than my own fair share of trauma over the last few weeks Blunt Wound Trauma is now out! For a full synopsis of the book cli…
After more than my own fair share of trauma over the last few weeks Blunt Wound Trauma is now out! For a full synopsis of the book click here : http://www.gibboncore.com/books.htm and then click on one of the adjacent buttons to buy one or more copies. This is the first book from my publishing company; please encourage all of your friends and family to buy it as well! Cheers Micky
“Daddy’s never coming home. He doesn’t want to live with us anymore.” / She said it with hard eyes and a rigid tongue. She sat with shadow…
“Daddy’s never coming home. He doesn’t want to live with us anymore.” / She said it with hard eyes and a rigid tongue. She sat with shadows in her hair across a table at the diner where it was said he often brought his new girlfriend. Her words were meant to inflict as much damage as possible; to destroy my five year-old world for all eyes to see. She wanted him to hear about it and feel regret. I still wonder if she regrets what she did to me that afternoon.
I peeled the skin from the bottom of my feet until they bled. / My sister told to stop or I would get blood poisoning. / My mother told me…
I peeled the skin from the bottom of my feet until they bled. / My sister told to stop or I would get blood poisoning. / My mother told me to stop before my feet were scarred. / My father and brother told me it was gross. / No one ever asked why I did it. / Maybe they already knew.
Once upon a time in Africa, there was an idealistic and rather naive, young man who became upset about the mistreatment of some of his fe…
Once upon a time in Africa, there was an idealistic and rather naive, young man who became upset about the mistreatment of some of his fellow human beings due to the enhanced pigmentation of their skin. So this idealistic and naive, young man went and found a group of other idealistic and naive, young men in the hope that they might end the mistreatment of pigmently-enhanced, human beings, and maybe impress a few idealistic and naive, young women along the way. / Through extremely hard and dangerous work and without nearly enough approval from any idealistic and naive, young women, these young men were indeed able to end the mistreatment of their pigmented brethren. But the cost was high. Many a naive, young man met their demise, and the unknown damage to the tormented mind of the idealistic, young man, would plague him for the rest of his life. / Many was the time that he would stand before the mirror and consider slicing a long, gash across his face – leaving a scar from his forehead down his rugged cheek. That way, when people asked him he could say, ‘I got this fighting for my pigmented brethren. I got this, but survived when so many others did not. Look and you can see something of my past’s effect on me. Look and understand something of the bedlam I have known.’ / But there were no scars to see. Everything remained invisible. No cancerous growths appeared on X-rays, no tar-lined organs gave a hint of his despair, as the imperceptible beast gnawed away at his will to live and plunged him into a deep and lightless pit with smooth, unscaleable walls.
THE PLANK / Journal Entry 17 / 29 December 2009 From Universal Association of Plankers Headquarters, New York. As we emerge from …
THE PLANK / Journal Entry 17 / 29 December 2009 From Universal Association of Plankers Headquarters, New York. As we emerge from the holidays, here at UAP we have been deluged with / emails following the festivities, such as this one from Dan Sullivan (61) who writes in from Bakersville, New Hampshire. Dear Plankers, / I have to share the sad news with you that over the holidays I lost my wife. / It happened the day after Christmas. Annie had been a little stressed out, with / the family coming over and all, so we decided to take a break from the kids and the food and the mess at home and slipped away, for a little relaxing shop-therapy at the MEGA-Mart at Ravensfield; Annies’ favorite cut-price discount store. That’s where it happened. / I wanted to pick up some de-icer for the truck and we set off to the other end of the store together, but when I got to the Automotive Goods aisle, she was gone. No cart, no wife, just an empty space in front of the lubricants, where I’d swear she’d been standing just a second before. I spent an hour or more going round the aisles, looking for her, up and down, round and round. One time I thought I saw her in the distance, in front of the flat screen TVs display, she so wanted one for Christmas, but it was just an illusion; she weren’t there. / I was getting desperate. I checked the cosmetics aisle, the decorative wares aisle, the soft furnishings aisles, the hunting and fishing aisle, not a sign of her to be seen. / It was as though she had been spirited away, lost somewhere inside a vast labyrinth of discount retail goods. / I went over to the managers’ office; by now I was getting close to exhaustion myself. He was a nice enough feller and pretty soon we’d organized a posse of staff, and a few shoppers and other guys who it turned out had lost their spouses and girlfriends too in the past. There was even a lady who’d lost her husband of 31 years; she said he’d disappeared in the sporting goods section where he’d been after new camouflage gear. Well, first Bob, the duty-manager, put out a message over the store loud-speakers, calling my wifes’ name and asking her to make her way to the Customer Service desk, adding that her husband was missing her and desperate to get home before the game started. So first the posse and me went over there to the desk, whilst others fanned out. A couple of the staff were upstairs monitoring security TV after I’d shown them a picture, and others concealed themselves with a net and a can of ‘On Guard’ stun spray, just in case she needed quieting down. We waited there, and waited some more. Bob put out the message again now mixed with some soothing music and a hastily put together promotion ‘Locate-a-kid Radio Beacon Wrist Bangles,’ but no reports came in from CCTV surveillance, and she didn’t show at the desk. I said we should call for the police and the National Guard, but Bob the Manager said he’d rather not have the disruption of police turning up and swat teams and all which, he said, around such weary folk might cause a panic and effect sales detrimentally. So it’s now been over 48 hours and still no sign of Annie. I went home, and broke the news to the family that we’d lost ma at the MEGA-Mart. Betty Lou said if she had really passed over, then she’d be happy there as it’s where she spent some of her happiest times and most of our money. Our son Roy added that she’d definitely be there in spirit for the sales. / / And Cerise, her sister, was kind enough to take my wifes’ presents back, saying she won’t be needing them as she’s got everything that she needs now. But she could have them back if she turned up again. There’s still no sign of Annie. Looks like the New Year might turn out a little lonely; the kids and family have all gone and the old house just aint the same without her. So this is my plea to all you Plankers out there. If anyone comes across a little lady, in a beige sweat shirt with a sparkly deer on it and green sweat pants, answering to the name of Annie Sullivan, who may look a little lost and without a trolley in other MEGA-Marts around the country, could you let Bob the manager at the Ravensfield branch know. He promised to pass on the message. / Otherwise folks I am sure Annie would have wanted me to pass on her and my regards and good wishes for you all to have a happy new year. / Dan. (* So if any of you do spot anyone answering to Annie Sullivan’s description please let us know too at UAP).
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