A Headphones on kinda day

Today is a headphones on kinda day.  The kind in which you just tune into all the songs that help you to recharge, relax, refocus.  The kinda songs to calm your mind and body and reawaken your Spirit.

Yep.  Its one of those kinda days.
Peace

A unique view of suffering...

Tri for Hope, Sacrifice with Purpose...

Its right there in the name.  I've found myself sharing the sentiment with others recently.  Namely with regards to some of the races I registered for, and my goals and expectations for them.  Its not about the time, or the training, or a PR.  Its about the effort.  I repeat it often.  Since I am offering up my "effort", my goals are to have a great effort.

Sitting in Adoration, I came across this excerpt from "The Diary of St. Faustina" (343)

True Love is measured by the thermometer if suffering.  Jesus, I thank you for the little daily crosses, for opposition to my endeavors, for the hardships of communal life, for the misinterpretation of my intentions, for humiliations at the hands of others, for the harsh way in which we are treated, for false suspicions, for poor health and lack of strength, for self-denial, for dying to myself, for the lack of recognition in everything, for the upsetting of all my plans.

Now granted, St Faustina is a Saint. She perhaps her perspective is something to aspire to.  Since at least for me, thinking, considering, and accepting of all those daily trials as a gift, as and opportunity...  well that is just easier said than done isn't it.

Peace

Catch My Breath - A therapeutic parenting view?

A day in the Life of an everyday family.  A day in the Life of a everyday family with Children having experienced trauma a very early age.  For those that know, they already know.  For those those don't, they many never know.  You walk, fall, get up.  Walk backwards, fall, get up.  Walk forward, fall again, and get up again.  This is our path, until you find something that sorta works. Something that at least works in that moment.  You learn to tune out all the "helpful" advice from those they don't quite "get it".  You learn to ignore the looks, the stares, judgments, and expressions from strangers observing how we carry ourselves.

[We..our kids] don't wanna be left behind.  Distance was a friend of mine [theirs].  Catching breath in a web of lies 

[We] spend most of our life, Riding waves, playing acrobat.  Shadowboxing the other half [our other half trying to force us into neurotypical, traditional parenting paradigms]. Learning how to react. 

[Where we are all striving to be and get to, if only for a few moments each day]
Addicted to the love [We] found.  Heavy heart, now a weightless cloud.  [We'll] spend the rest of [our] time.  Laughing hard with the windows down.  Leaving footprints all over town.  Keeping Faith Karma comes around

Catching [our] Breath, no one can hold [us] back, [We] ain't got time for that.

You [God] help me see. The beauty in everything [and sometimes you cannot imagine how hard that can be when you see what we see day in/day out]

Catching [our] Breath, letting it go [as Christine says.. just Breath!!], turning [our] cheeks for the sake of the show.  Now that you know, this is [our] lives, [We] won't be told it's supposed to be right. 

Catching [our] Breath, no one can hold [us] back, [We] ain't got time for that.

I heard this song on the radio the other day, and its been stuck, swirling around the old fish bowl noggin.  Downloaded it from Amazon and listened to the lyrics more.  Can't say what Ms Clarkson's reasons for the lyrics are, but they fit nicely into my view of the mindset of this therapeutic parent.  

Peace