September 2, 2012
Recently while talking to my son, Jim, he suggested I begin a blog. He knows I have spent many hours writing down thoughts, frustrations, fears and insights in journals of the handwritten and in the current decade, computer format. I have a half finished book that begs to be finished which I have transferred from one harddrive to the next since 1994. Perhaps, some of my better thoughts will help others if I blog. The unfinished book on my computer is about forgiving those who have caused you emotional pain. It was a venue in which I wrote down what I learned about forgiving and shared it with a few others. I have a collection of much poetic prose which I write to somewhat disguise what I am talking about. I am a prolific but undisciplined writer.
Helping others has been the purpose for my life for as long as I can remember. I have been an administrative assistant in my youth and post higher education, a therapist, an administrator in nonprofits and a corporate liaison to the world of mental/behavioral health. I have listened to stories that would shock, provoke, and frighten you. I have experienced things which would shock, provoke and frighten some. I learned to listen with a calm, compassionate countenance. I have tried to find words of comfort where none could really comfort. I have struggled with my own insecurities, anger and fears. I am a mother, mother-in-law, grandmother, friend, enemy and, in the past, a wife. I have disappointed those who love me and myself at times. In short, I am a human being.
I have studied Christianity, Buddhism and the origin of religion. I have studied nontraditional views of spiritualism. I have studied various ways of improving myself as a human being who responds out of love rather than fear. I yearn for a world full of people being kind to one another.
I do not know that this blog will help anyone, but as is the case whenever I write something down, I know it will help me.