WARNING- I'll wear no masks here. While it is never my intent to offend or harm, I hope to be very real here and sometimes real is messy. So, pull your mask off too and join me, won't you? Maybe we can start a trend.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
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Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Getting Social
I have learned that Word Press is another name for FRUSTRATING!, and that designing a website is way harder than it looks no matter how "user friendly" the "anyone can do it" advertising says it is.
I have also learned that it is okay, even imperative at times to ask questions. And I have learned that I despite all my fears and frustrations, I am capable of so much more than I thought.
"I can do ALL things through Christ who gives me strength" has become my mantra on some days. Knowing I don't have to "go it alone" makes all the difference.
I'm thankful for all the lessons this year. I made some writing goals in January and to my great delight and the cheers of faithful friends, family, and fans, I have met them, and even exceeded some.
So, while this whole "social networking" thing is still confusing to me sometimes (I am sooooo happy that I don't have a web cam!!), I know I will eventually figure it out. Maybe that will be next year's goal?
Until next time,
Peace
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Pain
Symptoms came and went but the aches and swelling and fatigue stayed- they always stay.
I do have good days, but for the most part, I am in pain.
After a while, pain changes you. Once, I was an energetic, smart, easy going, capable, strong, and kind mom.
Now, I feel like none of those things.
After all these years, the only thing I have found is that I have an underlying auto-immune disease, nothing stops the pain, and I'm not nearly as adept at hiding things as I once thought I was.
I'm praying still for peace, and the strength to be alla the things I was before, again.
I refuse to lose hope, however, on days like today, it doesn't seem likely anytime soon. Today, I'm frustrated, and ,
in pain.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Silenced No More
I've written since I can remember. When I was a child it wasn't safe to speak, at least it felt that way. Now that I'm old, I realize it may not have been this way but it felt this way and sometimes the dangers were very real as I learned from experience. Because of this, I spoke on paper. I wrote to have a voice and I wrote a lot. I never published though, until my mom died. Oh, she was a cheerleader of mine and often encouraged me to write, but i let the ghosts of my past haunt me into silence. After my mom died, I did begin to consider publishing, if only because my mortality had been brought fully into view, and I felt compelled to share the things I'd so long held inside. But I was still afraid. After some applaud of my work I became even more afraid. "What if I write something really good and it is published and one of the monsters from my past sees it and finds me?" Sounds like the wondering of a child, but the truth is part of me never grew past a certain place because she remained hidden in fear. I continued to publish and be published in spite of the fear and one day, I penned this poem in response to that fear. I don't know what has compelled me to share it today, but I hope someone is blessed by it, and maybe is able to look their monsters and ghosts in the eyes and say NO MORE!!!!
Silent NO MORE
you could tie my hands and feet
but you could not tie me down inside
I found a place there to hide
even you could not find
the words and music washed over me like anointing oil
and I was free
your fist could gag me into silence
and your stares could stop me in my tracks
but when I opened my notebooks
you could not silence me there
and I erased your stares with the words and music
that washed me clean like The Blood of The Lamb
for so long you were the ghost that haunted my dreams
and the skeleton in my closet
but now my pen throws open the windows of my soul
and your dry bones are as dust
billowing out of me like words and music in a notebook from long ago
and I am free
and I am strong
and I am silent no more
by Andora Henson/ October 2, 2007
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The Masks I Wear... written 3 years ago and saved as a draft, still relevant today.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Reality? TV
Now we have people ready to do all sorts of craziness for their 15 minutes of fame. I don't understand it. I worry for the young people who are now spending their time swearing and drinking and "hooking up", on camera no less. I wonder if they realize that one day they will be older, have responsibilities, and want to forget some of these crazy things they have done. Only, unlike those of us who are older than cell phones with cameras, they won't be able to because all of their poor choices will have been documented.
And are any of the programs even real "reality"? I mean, do wives in Orange County or New Jersey really behave that way? Do young women really join "bad girls clubs"? For years women's libbers have been screaming about Playboy and Penthouse and other such magazines defiling and degrading women. Is this any less degrading? I think not. Most of these shows have some female element behaving badly and calling it good programming. That, in my own humble opinion, degrades us far more than nude photos. Not that I'm a fan of those either. How can society as a whole have a genuine respect for American women when these are the images of them that are available?
I guess where there is demand, there will be supply. Could it really be as simple as that? And could we ever go back? Now that this particular cat is out of the proverbial bag, can we ever get it back in? Will we, as a society ever come back to morals and family strength and hopeful programming? Gosh I hope so.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Procrastination, thou art a foul fellow!
Okay, so I have done every little thing I can possibly do to procrastinate…. now I have to get to work.
The thing is I love writing, so why do I put it off so diligently? I enjoy the process of putting my thoughts into words, on paper. I enjoy sharing the things I write with others, at least most of the time. So why do I put writing off till my head is about to explode and my soul aches to let go? I wish I knew. Maybe, just maybe I would stop doing it.
Of course, my desk, which is loaded with post-its, filing that needs put away, and various other clutter calls me a liar on that point. Maybe, just maybe I’m a procrastinator of many things and not just writing. But I understand why the desk is messy- I get into a project, work on it, take notes, then get called away to help with a homeschool project or issue and work on that for a while but just before I’m finished I have to help with a 4H thing, or some other thing and before you know it, my desk is a roadmap of works in progress and only I know the destinations. My husband absolutely hates coming in my office. It is very small to begin with and the clutter is just suffocating to him. And to me. And to my creativity!
So, here is the question I find myself faced with at this particular moment…
Do I stop writing to clean my office/desk, or do I keep at the writing till I’m either finished for the day or called away by a child in need of tutelage? Hmmmm, I think I may have just identified one of my problems.
See, this is why I love writing. Discovery is in the process. I love writing, I love the process, and I love the discovery.
I think I will keep writing today, and give myself a break. The mess will be there when I’m finished, history proves that.
Happy writing and peace to you all-
TheWritingMommy
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
When did i give my power away? Why? I don't know. It just sort of crept up on me one day i think. Or maybe, like the frog who is placed in a pan of water and doesn't notice he is being slowly boiled, i have become so accustomed to dealing with the puberty driven chaos that i didn't notice that the heat had been turned up and suddenly, it seems like life or death.
I wonder if the frog ever jumps out of the boiling water before he becomes dinner? Hmmmm, i think more research is needed.
Meanwhile, i will keep praying. For our relationship mostly because i really worry that we won't have one by the time this child grows up. I mean, not a great one like i would want for us. I never want us to be one of those mom/daughter pairs who only call on birthdays or major holidays, and then grudgingly. I never had that sort of thing with my mom, and i never wanted to have that with my own children. When i was mad at my mom, i told her. She didn't always like it, but at least we were honest about it. When she was mad at me, she told me. Usually, we were both rather loud about it too, but we always loved each other, even when we didn't particularly like one another. And that was rare. I think it was rare. Or maybe, just maybe, like the painful memories of childbirth, God allows us to eventually forget those angry words and heated moments? I hope so.
I love this kid. She will be a great lawyer, politician, or other paid arguer one day. Until then, i wish she wouldn't practice so much on me. (you may insert weak smile here...)
Peace to all you mamas. and to you children too. May god bless and keep you all-