If our words are like medicine and can heal wounds and cure sickness, are we giving people an overdose? Can too much words make people sick? Has the medicine been tested for good results? Has it been chosen with the specific patient in mind? What might be effective on one person may not be on someone else. A good doctor will try to check up on his patients to see if they are recovering. Medicine needs to be administered to the right part of the body. The eye, the ear, the mouth, the skin. Is there something they need to see, something they need to hear? Maybe they just need time to digest it. Maybe a hug is all they need. How does it taste, is it sweet? Is it painful, check your tone. There are periods when a medicine shouldn’t be given. How’s your timing? Sometimes no words are necessary, just silence, your presence, a listening ear to show that you care. The best medicine may just be to know and feel their pain, to bear their burden or share their suffering. If you find yourself unable to escape a place or situation, know that there is someone who needs you.
I had a dream one night Someone tells me to go back to school I think to myself, “why should I let a voice in my head tell me what to do?” I decide to get readmitted anyway, thinking that I had nothing to lose Let me do this thing to the best of my ability I’m happy to walk to school everyday with my bad legs (not bad enough for government funds) Things are great in the beginning Everything is new, the people are friendly What am I learning though? I can’t understand my spanish professor I manage to scrape by with an A+, I need a break from spanish Spanish 201 is still required of me, I must take it now before I forget Everything I learned in 101 Dean’s List again. Too bad I don’t care about accolades Math is just numbers, Science is just numbers Psychology (my major) is just theories, information overload A girl gives me a book called “The interpretation of dreams” How did she know? People are still nice, but distant As if they came just to help me and be on their way I notice this too well, but I can’t blow their cover The dreams get worse and worse, I can’t fall to sleep at night Dreams of someone choking me, not being able to breathe I’m forced to take a break from school for awhile Maybe I should have taken that book more seriously Dreams of being choked mean that you are in a situation in which you have trouble expressing yourself No time for anything else but my studies No one will allow me to stare and be silent I get accused of thinking too much Still trying to make sense of that dream? The devil has you paralyzed son Where is your success, where is your money, where is your life Do you offer training here? No you must have less than 30 college credits This place may have something for you, but you may have to lie Yeah right!, I can’t compromise my moral principles Meanwhile dreams are telling me it’s time to settle down Get married and have children. More pressure, more pain How many times do I have to tell myself I’m not in a position for that Am I being harmed by the expectations of my parents How do I escape this place, this box, these games? Stay here and take care of these sick cats a dream says to me I didn’t really have a choice, but ok It’s alright, I saw another rainbow today
Merry Christmas Everybody!
Don’t trade the physical for the virtual
Don’t abandon the natural for the artificial
Don’t yield the use of your hands for fingers
Don’t forfeit the use of your feet for a seat
Don’t neglect human contact to touch keys
Don’t mute your voice to type words
Don’t be stingy with your glances to watch screens
Don’t hide your expressions to use emoticons
Don’t exchange the warmth of flesh for cold plastic
Don’t forego closeness for distance
Don’t stifle your aroma to nose into the lives of strangers
Don’t eschew sharing a meal to share a picture of one
Don’t stop going for a walk to go surfing
Don’t pass up a dance to flip through channels
Don’t underestimate the value of your presence
Inspired by a fellow blogger and fellow sisters in Christ
When we can’t convince with tender words we use harsh ones
When harsh words are of no use we employ guile
Can’t win with guile and we try sabotage
Sabotage not working we resort to violence
From fists to the blade, to guns to bombs
From person to family to nation to race
Security is achieved for now, but for how long
Let us move in and keep an eye on them all
To prevent a takeover, we know the evil that exists in man
Why are they attacking us for protecting ourselves?
Why all the rage to hold on to this foreign country?
When their is a better one we should be striving to enter