A Story of the Death of the Unseen Soul

•December 17, 2025 • Leave a Comment

Sadly, I hear of the mistreatment of a young woman by her boyfriend. The story is one of Domestic Abuse and the death of a woman’s soul. It is not one of those Love stories giving way to happy endings but the erosion of hateful cruel miss treatment. The Abuse of words so razor sharp, cutting, and demeaning. The additional pieces of a “domestic abuse” include breaking the spirit of another. Pushing the woman away from friends and family, taking access to independence away from her like taking car keys, computer, and phone, leaving her isolated and alone with the children he created. Blaming her for everything real or imaginary, making her confused to the point of crying and to the point of believing she can do no better. After tearing everything down in her world, minimizing her worth, and feeling like it is time to say I am sorry, the cruelest of things to happen, apologizing and promising things that will never be, the scene becomes sexual and another link in the chain is created. A subsequent pregnancy and another inescapable responsibility for the woman. The beast who started the violence thumps his proverbial chest and claims how he works to “provide for her and the children.” He loudly professes he has needs too, after all he is overworked and needs to spend time with friends “hanging out” and “down time!” away from the dysfunctional home life he alone has created.

What Man needs to belittle a woman to make himself feel great? At the age of thirty with three children under the age of four, he feels he just needs to have fun away. What measure of a “Man” needs to be controlling and domineering, belittling and verbally beating the “woman in his life?” Why does he need to paint a picture of his own desperation in a situation where he “alone is the only one working toward a happy homelife” when in fact, this self-sacrificing heroic man is not suffering but causing the majority of suffering dysfunction?

The woman seeks comfort in food. She cannot see the “forest for the trees” meaning she is convinced she is the cause not the victim. He has peeled away any measure of security and confidence she had when first they had met. She cries and cowers when he becomes intimidating and overbearing, seeking to find tranquility; believing the relationship is one of love. It is not. It is a push/pull, hug and push away, control and humiliation. The very last thing here is love. She gradually loses her individuality, her self-esteem, her belief she can do better, why? because he has methodically torn these away from her, slowly and deliberately. The situation has evolved into an environment of name calling, loud ugly, rude slurs. This is not love, it is more like someone hanging onto a life-line for dear life.

Children in this “war torn” home life, grow up learning the worst mental games. Male children grow up with a role model who is cruel and hurtful and females see a role model who is subservient and clinging. Dysfunctional destructive home environments set up addiction scenarios seeking to quell the noise and find comfort in unhealthy ways. And in the most extreme situations feed into actual killings or suicides. Children did not ask to be born and if given a choice would likely choose to have love and acceptance, happiness and hope.

How do we the onlookers and outsiders, help to change the situation? What should we do to first help the woman? We should be supportive and provide clear simple starting places. Obviously, both parents need separate “corners” to clear their thoughts and envision the reality that exists, even those that are ugly and hurtful. Each person should have therapy and for starters anger management. The domestic union may never actually survive but the people should be able to mentally house clean and clear away the false beliefs. For example, a man who has fathered three children, should decide if he wants to be the father figure or the bachelor. Undeniably he has a financial responsibility toward child support but he also has a need to stop making more children. He will blame them for feeling trapped. The woman who believes she feels useless and hopeless needs support systems with family and friends. Introjecting woman support groups can be therapeutic for not only her but the children.

Lastly, prayers are needed from the outsiders. Objective observations must be verbalized, calling out those things that are wrong or untrue must be made. Clearly the outside family, friends, and coworkers should ask questions and point out the contradictions.

The Dust is Settling as Life Calms Down

•June 12, 2025 • Leave a Comment

Carol and Rebecca have returned to their home in AR. The visit was an ongoing cycle of events and happenings. My dogs and winding down but I suspect have had a real nice time seeing them. We have so little company, and they were so happy to have them here. I did spend more money than I planned to, and now my care is costing me a bunch of bucks.

Last evening I let my hair down (so to say) and now I am feeling less than happy that I did. It seems that the older I get the less I tolerate doing so.

It is June 12th and pretty much a half a year gone. More rain this year than in the past leaving the emotional thermostat on lower than most. Gloomy but green everywhere. Sunshine is welcomed when we see it.

Father’s Day is Sunday and soon the Fourth of July then in a flash the major Holidays are upon us. I cannot look to the future optimistically since the political situation goes from bad to worse. Something needs to be done to stop the promise of dictatorship. People are complaining about the changes and yet how many were told exactly what would occur when elections brought Trump into power. Power and greed are running the country and the world. Death and destruction will surely come in numbers higher than the pandemic with all of the governmental shutdowns. People are bought and sold, everyone I suspect has his price for looking the other way. So very sad.

June posting delayed

•June 10, 2025 • Leave a Comment

I just scanned the posting that I did during May and realized I have none for June. Then it occurred to me that my daughter and granddaughter have been here from AR and I have had very little time to even assemble my thoughts. I will pick up now since they are flying back home on Wednesday evening. I saw them this morning when they returned the rental car. I will definitely miss them and my two dogs even more. They will need to regroup and live with this boring old person. I have not seen them for over seven years.

I saw a different side of my daughter Carol this past ten days. She has become a history buff now. I think this is wonderful. They visited the Vanderbilt & Roosevelt Mansions and learned a lot about their historical contributions to this country.

Got to stop, Danny is begging to eat and probably to play as well.

Expert Advice from Within

•May 15, 2025 • Leave a Comment

I use the assistance of a wee small voice in my head, actually it is at least three. I call them Me, Myself, & I. Having lived through many experiences and survived them, I feel they have much to offer my particular dilemmas. One of the personalities I am certain is from imbedded criticisms from early childhood and possibly my paternal grandmother. She was “ever present” in my life from start to her departure. Another soundboard has multiple components one such is my inner child. It is an impossible challenge when shopping, it is responsible for adding things I did not need when marketing, with the promise, I Will eat that or cook that promise! Sure! The third is a logical grown-up version who argues using commonsense. For example, I have a visit coming from my daughter & granddaughter on May 31st. The overall plan was established by Rebecca my granddaughter at the age of sixteen and who had zero experience with planning but lots of impulsivity paying for (example) non-refundable air tickets from Little Rock AR to LaGuardia NY. However, after the purchase, she was notified on two occasions, there were hold overs in So. Carolina first an hour then an hour and a half. In my mind that negates the contractual “non-refundable) status of the contract and purchase. Nevertheless, she undertook this venture and marched onward. Back to my threesome, I found myself frazzled and worrisome and finally had to inquire Why? The answer quite logical was, “no fret my pet!” you are not the one who is travelling just the visitor stopping spot. PHEW! Good answer. Now I am more relaxed.

When seeking outside opinions, one may feel compelled to take advise but this keeps it all in one place. As crazy as it sounds, I find a friend who has listened to me expound about my group comments, is now herself using this to defuse her own neurotic tendencies.

So Many Thoughts Run Through My Head Especially at Night, Many of Early Life Stages Others Just Wildly Imaginative!

•May 15, 2025 • Leave a Comment

My brain is like an exploding ping pong factory, thought bounding in all directions. It (my brain) never rests. I suspect I could write a mystery or sci-fi novel and am prompted whey watching Netflix. I use closed caption to heighten my level of understanding (my hearing deficit and or hearing accents) and I think the narrator is associated with this feature. It is helping me to understand how to augment the writing so that the reader can visualize the environmental descriptions.

One example of such thoughts is after reading political news and processing it, I am able to “see the invisible handwriting on the wall!” I am seldom wrong with regard to reviewing these thoughts that occurred after the election 2024 for president finalized. I became extremely depressed and even felt this is the end of my life. I had prepared myself pre-election with reading Project 2025 and I am certain it clearly outlined the steps to be taken to destroy Democracy. Well, that was about nine months or more ago. Just look around and look deeply at the inner workings of the destruction of governmental agencies and jobs lost, and the jeopardy we now face with lunatics like RFK Jr. and measles outbreaks. Or look at the closing of EPA (environmental protection agency) functioning to reduce pollution previously will no longer protect the environment. The list goes on.

On another wild plane, my dog Danny is terrified of thunder/fireworks, so each threat or unannounced event generates in my mind how to block the sound or invent a doggie cap for his head with mini speakers to play meditation or ambient music. Otherwise, without a remedy, I am faced with other choices. I must sit in the living room and watch where he goes and prevent his attempts to go behind the television where electrical wiring includes the printer, the computer, and the phone to name a few. While I sit there, I play the volume of both the television and music louder, he runs to the bathroom and either sits in the tub, lays on the mat or squeezes behind the toilet. The living room and bathroom are central rooms and the noise is minimal. He literally trembles the entire time and I am a source of verbal reassurance. Maya my other dog, watches helplessly, and offers her concern with a whimpering sound (really big help). So, I guess I digress from the point of the mental activity being how to invent a dog hat” to elaborating on the events, typical tangential behavior for me.

Another activity my mind pursues is during sleep. My dream state is like watching a very bizarre miniseries, jumping topics and crazy symbolizations. I did at one point keep a dream journal to review but the amount of time it took dug into my “awoke” time. (Just playing it should read awake).

For sake of getting domestic chores done, I must pause here. It is a topic to be reviewed in the future and since I have set the stage for examples of mental musings, I can skip into the examples. Thanks for “being there” and reading and even for support, be well and stay safe, it is a crazy world out there!

Love comes in different forms, today I am reminded of Mother’s love…

•May 12, 2025 • Leave a Comment

My earliest memories of my own mother are mixed some sweet and others bittersweet. Janet was her name and in my mind a beauty. I recall one day she and my father came to school. It was during Library class time, they entered the room from a door at the top of the room and long stairs to the main floor. She was lovely, dressed in a white coat with her very dark hair. The children who noticed them gasp and I was overcome with adoration.

Earlier memories of her were why I am a nurse today. She apparently had postpartum depression after the birth of my brother. I remember her as very sad and often crying and even withdrawing to the bedroom. In one particular case, I recall my father attempting to get her up to eat a meal, the more he tried the more she resisted and cried. I took charge and kicked him in the shins at age 3 years, and I told him, “Stop making mommy cry!”

As an older child, I remember mom and dad frequently arguing and our Sunday afternoon drive cut short when she demanded. Looking backward, it seems she became very resistant to giving in and became quite bossy in their exchanges. She and I bonded, and I always thought of “US” as close friends beyond blood relations. It wasn’t until shortly before her passing that I was able to process I was a second to my brother. He and she would have quiet phone conversations and often criticize my actions. He would promise to make a visit from California and then change his plans, she would visibly and negatively react. Then like the ‘Mounties come to her Rescue!’ The nurturing well-conditioned, well-meaning healer of all ills was “there to save the day!”
When I look back and recall more memories, I remember Mom working at the local hospital on the Polio Ward with children. It was at the height of the epidemic/pandemic and people who were becoming ill was the dinner topic. In one case, a four-year-old child in our neighborhood died from it. My own reaction was to become hypervigilant of all aches and pains.

Aside from my biological mother, my needs were also met by way of two aunts and two grandmothers. I am guessing they were aware of the limited abilities of my mother and stepped it various ways. I was shared around and would spend short periods of time with one or another. In the summer I could spend a week in Montrose NY with my aunt Ann and maternal grandmother Olive. This side of the family were Roman Catholic complete with rosary beads and all. One Easter I went to a RC service with my Nanny, I recall this painfully as my brand-new white patent leather shoes rubbed a blister on my heels.

I sit here the mother of four and of many grandchildren and great grandchildren, remembering past acts of love and kindness, alone in my room. One actually called me that would be my daughter of course. No cards or flowers, no endearing words or wishes for love and happiness, but thankfully I have unconditional love from my two faithful pups. I could be worse off if they were not here with me.

Memories, thoughts, and musings…

•May 10, 2025 • 2 Comments

It seems with each season my thoughts and memories are generated by sensual prompting. The smells, sights, tastes, sensations like heat or cold, and sounds all bring back thoughts, emotions, and other experiences once lived.

Smells in the Spring: Dirt and grass smells mingle when gardening or tending to lawn maintenance. Riding in the countryside with windows down, one can smell farms along the way. My mother loved the smell and my father always said, “there is nothing like the smell of manure, in the air!”

Working in the florist business each season had its own fragrances like hyacinth, hydrangea, roses, chrysanthemum, were odors associated with Easter; geranium signaled Memorial Day or planting time for annuals; the heavy heated air of the “hot houses” carried the scent of tomato plants. My grandfather and best buddy became my first friend as a toddler; he taught me things that were extraordinary like the smell of a tomato plant leaf or even a geranium had oils expressed with gentle pressing between your fingers.

Sounds that evoke memories, dogs barking in the distance, train whistles, carnival music, organ music, opera, traffic noises, crashing waves of the ocean, birds cawing overhead, the list goes on and on. Babies crying, mothers yelling at calling for children to come home. Car brakes screeching to a halt and a crashing sound that follows. Spring peepers, katy did, songbirds during mating season all signal the brain to drift off to another time and place. Even complete silence alerts the mind of an impending “calm be for the storm!” Fireworks or lightning strikes accompanied with loud thundering noises.

Tastes like ice pops, ice cream cones, candy corn or cotton candy, hot dogs and French fries. Turkey dinner, sweet potatoes and stuffing, gravy or sauces, pies like apple, mincemeat, or pumpkin, birthday cakes, homemade puddings like chocolate or butterscotch. So many things made from scratch like my grandmother, aunts, or mother made either from memory or recipes. As a child from post war time meals like pancakes or waffles, spam (yuk), hominy with sugar and butter or salt & butter, all kind of meatless cost-effective meals since rationing was still in effect in earlier years.

Sensations of a gentle breeze or a pounding rain and gusty winds, the softness of pet fur, fuzzy blankets or the silken boarder on the top. The touch and warmth of human skin or the cold clammy feel of a corpse at a funeral. Hot sand on bare feet, contrasted by cold breaking waves sweeping up to grab your feet or the invisible pull of ocean undertow pulling the buoyant objects out to the deep. The prickles of cactus or thorns on a rose, the pine needles on a Christmas tree each convey lessons to those who touch them, some warnings other sweet memories. The wetness of tears, the warmth of blood running down a nose if hit with a punch, even the gentleness of a kiss all conjures up feelings and emotions.

Sights can awaken a sleeping body or stimulate the imagination like the optical vision of heat rising above a desert evoking an oasis-like appearance out of nowhere. Twinkling stars or fairyflies or blinking Christmas lights on a tree whether in or out of doors. For me, I thrive on color, lights, from solar sources in the gardens or battery-operated flameless candles. My imagination thrives on all sorts of stimuli. My mind is never quiet unless deeply under anesthesia. While my days can be busy in physical activities or mental activities like writing and thinking, I am never bored by being alone (almost never). Boredom is a really destructive thing for me, it is a time I seek other forms of stimulation like television or other negative things. I am prone to addictive behaviors for example; I had to quite literally “cold turkey” from cable news. For years, my main viewing was politically informative topics. After the last election, I felt quite despondent and hopeless, identifying the source as cable anchors and guests and their opinions, I agreed with me, myself, & I, that reading and formulating my own opinions was healthier. So for over six months I have cut out the pattern and feel more relieved. Eating was another addictive pattern to alleviate stress. Using “comfort foods” to tend to my insecurities, I became overweight. The solution finally was gastric bypass, unfortunately it also took my sense of enjoyment for flavorful foods with the weight problem.

All in all, I am involved in many memories, thoughts, creative ideas for myself and always for other people and their issues (not always welcome and seemingly not appreciated). For others becoming in tuned with your body’s messaging system you can change some habits or enjoy closing your eyes and reliving old happier times.

The Weather is soggy with occasional bolts of lightning and lots of noise.

•May 9, 2025 • Leave a Comment

My two dogs become weird when we get noisy rain. Today the rain has been so heavy that Danny the younger, is convinced it will thunder. No amount of talking can convince him otherwise. Currently he is in the bathroom keeping “watch” on the bathtub. It is an inner room and absorbs noise. He becomes frantic when thunder or fireworks begins and runs from room to room seeking places to hide. It is truly pitiful.

I become a worrisome mom while Maya frets about where he might be. On some occasions he accidentally shut himself in the bathroom and she on the other hand whines or even barks for me to find him. When we have forecasts of rain, I frequently monitor the weather map to see what is coming and when. I hold off on sleeping medication if late storms are upcoming. If however, I go to sleep, Dan comes up and puts his paw on my arm as if to say, “Mom it’s raining” or maybe even on my cheek. I have tried medication, but I am afraid of overdosing him. I even think of how to make a doggy hat with tiny speakers in either ear space, to relax him. The only solution currently is Alexa music and tv volume louder.

In all of my life, I have never known any dogs in our family to react like this. Apparently, it is not an unusual situation, the book/movie Marley and Me, addressed the extent of fear among some other dogs. Why can’t lightning be noiseless and fireworks banned?

Warehousing Healthcare for End-Stage Lifers

•May 7, 2025 • Leave a Comment

Recently I volunteered to take my neighbor to Dialysis close to my apartment and near him. I realize that for the family to take him to treatments three days a week was a bit much. They are working daughters and sons and getting up at 5:30 am each day was a lot. So, I stepped into the mix and offered to take him and bring him home each day. I am certain there is available transportation, and it is most likely covered by Medicaid or insurance. For me to address the topic seems inappropriate at the moment.

I drop him off and come back home. At about 10am I go back to get him and sit in the waiting room with my cell phone, reading the news or playing solitaire. Today I was motioned to come into the room. I was aghast at the setting. It looked like a cold empty warehouse, dark, depressing and completely devoid of anything cheerful. For most, this is the last lifesaving stop. Some hopefully await a transplant. As a nurse who has taken care of many patients, young, old, and for many reasons and type of care. I attended many procedural treatments, like L&D, psychiatry, correctional health, and so forth. Never have I seen such a depressing environment.

It is no wonder why the ambulettes bring patients to the building looking lost and vacant. Perhaps it is that they have given up on life. Sadly, I can understand their lack of normal congenial greetings. The life has all but left them at this point. The presence of despair overpowering the waiting room. There must be a way to address this situation. It causes me such sadness and grief to even see my friend’s facial expressions. The first day he came to the car with the appearance of a homeless person. His hair was uncombed, and he was unshaven and well as a bit disheveled. I spent the next day thinking of how to encourage his appearance without insulting or making him even more disinterested. Today, however, he transformed into a more cared for man.

Life is so sad when we give up and stop losing the little controls we have for our own selves. I sit here, just now wondering how to infuse some cheer into this situation. I mean little things to bring joy to someone on the brink of death. It passed my mind that I could offer to work there parttime, but I truly feel it would be so difficult to carry the sadness in my heart at home after a shift. Oh GOD, that I would have an answer! I do believe it was meant to be that I would do this and see this, unpleasing picture. Perhaps I can at least call attention to such an empty warehouse-like setting and patient care so in need of modifications.

Interesting things I checked out and am glad I did!

•May 5, 2025 • Leave a Comment

Lately, for several months, I noticed a fairly loud short hum sound at intervals. Every time I hear it I muse that it must be a power surge. However, I did nothing to check out why it would occur. Today while at the computer I did hear it and checked it out. I followed the suggestions to unplug kitchen appliances (those that I could). I only noticed the sound in that area. I am now prompted to keep alert and follow-up if it continues. One concern was that it could lead to a fire, I live in an apartment building.

Oddly there were a few other things but, like a wisp of smoke have drifted out the window. I guess where I was going was of little importance, getting distracted and trying to pick up a thought after 24 hours is likely not happening.