Wednesday, March 31, 2010
doing nothing
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Poor me. No one has it as bad as I do. I have the worst luck. Poor poor me. No one understands how bad I have it. How could they? I have it so much worse!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Everything is harder, scarier, more painful, just plain worse it seems when we are isolating. There are so many reasons we do it. A lot of those reasons are excuses or are born from fear.
Monday, March 8, 2010
staying present
When everything gets crazy and piles up all at once, as it always does, right? We're never handed a problem to handled simply and then once that's solved, on to the next. Or are we?
Friday, March 5, 2010
counting blessings when all else fails
Some days it's just hard to feel a sense of gratitude. Maybe we have pain- physical and/or emotional, stress over money, grief over loved ones, just a general sense of TOO MUCH leads us to feel that nothing is right or good in our worlds.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
staying present
It's easy to project, imagine, go back in our minds before anything happened, worry and what if ourselves silly. After all, there is so much to worry about, so much stress, our bodies aren't right at all (at least mine isn't) and the list goes on.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Fibromyalgia and Sjogren's Syndrome and staying calm
I used to be the Drama Queen. Literally. Running the Drama program, living everything Drama- including the tears, the stress, and the long hours. I loved the frenzy, getting the most out of people on stage, watching what seemed impossible come together.
the sky is falling
by sunee lyn foley
the sky is falling.
there are pieces of my world falling down
all around me
and I cannot find an umbrella big enough to get under
while i try to figure out
what’s first and what’s lost
but-
the sky is falling.
i often feel i am losing every battle.
people i love. disease. money.
the sky is falling
in bits and pieces around me.
the sky is falling.
my circle grows tighter. smaller.
fair-weathered friends have flown
to less dangerous locales
no emotional how do you do’s
and all that. besides,
i can’t offer as fun and frolic
in my current state.
the sky is falling.
and I wake up (smiling) everyday
to face challenges i never knew existed,
not to mention the depth of,
even after living through a traumatic childhood.
the sky is falling.
yet i dig deep, finding my spirit,
though i must admit to floundering
under ridiculous pain.
i’ve even dared to think my fortitude
may be weakening along with my body.
the sky is falling.
when the pieces are falling and
my body isn’t working
how do i
hold up the sky then?