Showing posts with label playground therapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label playground therapy. Show all posts

Sunday, June 1, 2008

welcome june


"we walk the streets where she gets her name."


* max turned four this weekend and today we celebrated it at the park. i played in the sand with toys kate brought as part of his gift, and was later gifted myself with flower necklaces and crowns she made that brought back a lovely memory. unfortunately, my pale skin did not take to all that sitting in the sun too well and i am badly burned, and a bit sick feeling from it. but, max had a blast. watching him with multi-colors of frosting on his face, laughing so hard that he nearly fell over, playing with his new trains, and running around with a real sense of glee on his face made me immeasurably happy. my best friend, family and all of our children, so much bliss that brings to me. all in all, it was a beautiful afternoon.

* it is after ten at night and i want a cup of coffee desperately. yeah. sunday night and a desire like that? we all have our self-destructive tendencies, i suppose. tonight i will not partake in it, though, as i have enough struggles lately sleeping at all.

* i hate when i realize that even though i'm almost 40 years old, and have a pretty decent amount of accomplishments i'm proud of, i still end up feeling not good enough so much of the time. i wish i knew a way to believe in myself more, and to hang on to the good things said instead of internalizing so much of the criticisms and negative words. suppose this goes back to something i was musing on a few days ago, at why it is so hard to just be nice, to say kind words, to not cut each other (and ourselves) down so much. is it because we all are walking around this world feeling less than, too? so, we lash out at each other, or at ourselves, just to either feel better, or not so alone in that level of insecurity? i don't know. maybe this comes from spending a significant part of my day with my mother who seems to have mastered the art of criticism, so much so that my brother and i have learned to be self-deprecating and mocking to such a degree we have a hard time speaking aloud genuinely good feelings. or perhaps it is just that i allow myself to take that kind of thing, over and over again. either way, i would honestly rather be nice, and treated that way, too. love how you want to be loved.

* i was listening to one of the alphabet mixes i used to make this morning while cleaning the kitchen. i miss making those, as well as recently missing the music theme posts i used to write. who knows, maybe one of these days they will make a comeback.

* a trip to the temporary library took place yesterday (our main one is being rebuilt). max is starting to take an interest in books, inspired by his starting school, i believe. he is the first child i've ever had who did not embrace reading from the start, so it was especially happy-making for me to see him getting excited about books. he chose three thomas the train books, his current obsession, and even had the children's librarian helping him locate them. reading them with him last night, and learning morea about the thomas plot and back stories, i am realizing that the island of sodor is quite the land of drama. seriously, those trains just look harmless with their google-eyes and smiles, they are really a intricate web of intrigue, rivalry, and struggles. who knew.

* tomorrow is monday, i am so not ready for that reality yet. maybe that is why i want the coffee.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

i could lose my soul right here



through blue summer nights i will pass along paths,
pricked by wheat, trampling short grass:
dreaming, i will feel coolness underfoot,
will let breezes bathe my bare head.
not a word, not a thought:
boundless love will surge through my soul,
and i will wander far away, a vagabond [...]

~ arthur rimbaud

Friday, October 12, 2007

no longer playing the game


i love that moment when a song hits you, gets you, and leaves you in a state of near dizziness. i know i rely too heavily on music to communicate with. i know that deep down there is this hole that only music fills, a c(h)ord that only a lyrical refrain can move in me. perhaps music is this life's addiction, but i know that it is the place in which i take breath, where i let my emotions dance around in, and where i seek and find understanding.

when no one else seems to understand my heart, music does.

today it is john lennon's ode to a healthy disconnect, a new perspective, and a simplicity that can be found in the details and motions of life; at least that is what i take from it. it seems to fit right in with my refusal to become part of the drama that is trying to pull me in, and my choice to see the truth in all of it, and keep my self-respect in the process.

in my yesterdays i would have taken this as being all about me - my failings, my missteps, my lack of anything and everthing. i would have been sucked into all of it, and in the spin and masked intentions i would have lost myself, and most likely people i do not want to lose.

i don't mind the spin of the merry-go-round as long as i'm the one spinning it. most days, though, i'd rather take a trip down the slide, or try to touch the stars with my toes while swinging to the sky. or, on days like today, i'd rather lie in the grass and just let it all go.

thanks, mr. lennon, for saying it bettter than i could.

"i'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
i really love to watch them roll
no longer riding on the merry-go-round
i just had to let it go."