Tuesday, November 26, 2013
M.I.A. - Missing in Action
I was too young to understand MIA's when I was growing up. I am a child of the 70's and back then you could send away and get a metal bracelet that was engraved with the name of a missing in action soldier, it had his (probably very few her's) birth date and identification number on it. You were to promise to wear the bracelet until that solider "came home"!
I wanted a bracelet but I didn't get - to get one... my dad told me, "You could end up wearing it for the rest of your life." End of discussion. Period. I didn't agree with dad, but I think I have been "MIA" missing in action - long enough.
I struggle and deal with depression - full blown blubbering sobbing, crying the blues, to the pit and depth of the soul depression! This fall - I hit the 'brick' wall.
A variety of things probably helped me crash - 12 deaths since April, one being my best friend last May. If you have been by this blog before, I have written about her. Time hasn't healed this wound or made it any easier, her birthday was just a couple of weeks ago - and it brought all kinds of memories back and emotion up!
It is the weirdest thing to be going on along, living life, doing normal daily activities and WHAM you just start crying your eyes out. Or the worst is being somewhere in public and having to hold back the major emotions that come up....
I miss laughing with my best friend the most. The gut wrenching till it hurts laughing. I have wondered many times since May, if I will ever have a best friend again... Just that thought makes me sad. At this age, I am beyond lonely. I had a best friend for 36 years - older than most of the students that I attend school with. I probably sound selfish. But I can not even measure the depth of the loss she has been in my life.
My aunt died in September. She was my mom's older sister. When we were kids growing up, every summer my parents loaded up the car and we drove from Arizona to Iowa; then followed the grandparents up to Minnesota for a week at the lake. We then would head over to Ohio, to visit my mother's side of the family - grandparents, aunts & uncles and the cousins! We had good times exploring forests, nature walks, fishing, cards, picking strawberries, big family meals & bbq's , riding bikes, camp fires, rolls in the fluffy green grass of the mid west. Great memories.
My grandmother died 7 years ago - during the past 7 years, my mother and her twin sister had not talked with their older sister. Oh we can play the blame game and point fingers at who ever we want; yes the twins were cheated out of inheritances, but when it all comes down to what is important in life - you only have your family! And money is just a tool - sometimes we have a think times with money and sometimes we have thin lean times. I kept telling my mom and her twin, 'You have survived this long without it, be thankful for what you do have.' But they are 'MIA' - so there has been a lot of unresolved issues through out this grieving process.
I reached out to my cousins and my uncle in hopes of being supportive during the loss of their mother. Some of my favorite memories are of the great times we had during those summer visits, Christmas celebrations and multiple weeks with the cousins and grandparents growing up. A part of myself grieves for the loss of childhood times.
But my mother and her twin sister, my aunt hadn't reconciled with their sister and they still didn't reach out to their brother in law, my uncle. They just wrote her off. Tried to forget about her and the injustice that she had brought on by mismanaging their parents estate. So they went MIA - missing in action.
My best friend and I had quarreled a few years ago - over my son and his biological mother being involved in his life. His biological mother was MIA - missing in action from his life and I attempted to provide visitations, but these were never consistent due to her lifestyle. I did my best each time that she had time, that my son visited. (And by the way, his biological mother and I have been on good speaking terms especially the past ten years - she has thanked me numerous times for being there for OUR son!)
I do not know where it is written, but you do not put down other people and their children. Yes tempers flared between my friend and I. But I never thought that we would go almost three years, without speaking. She became MIA to me and even to her grown adult children. I tried to call her, email her, wrote her countless cards but nothing could pull her back. In the end, we were all called to say our goodbye's - her parents, her brother, her cousins and her children. Everyone had been cut out of her life. The final time that I saw my dear friend, she had been in a coma for a little over two weeks. She was nothing more than an empty shell of herself. She was MIA.
I realized as I reflected on her death that their had been signs all along of her depression; her addiction to prescription medication and alcohol were more hidden. Carla lived her life MIA in her final years. I would give anything to have been there her through her darkest hours; I have replayed the past three years over and over of what I could have done different. And of course, there is nothing to be done. And so a piece of me goes on MIA.
This being Thanksgiving week - I wish to encourage everyone to reconcile with a family member or a dear friend. Do not put it off! Do not wait! Take the first step, if that doesn't work, take two or three. But do NOT allow the sun to set, another day go by without saying I love you. You are better to bring peace into your life and go on - then sulk and stew over misgivings.
I have been MIA - I have not been well- emotionally and mentally - I dropped my classes this semester, I could not complete them. I have been frozen. And due to my MIA, my creativity for writing has been next to nothing. I am disappointed in myself for not completing a novel that is down to chapters and a few more classes to complete more educational goals.
This blog may not be read. It is not a happy feel good message. But if you stumbled upon it and took the time to read all this - please consider it a 'divine' appointment. A divine appointment that God wishes to invite you - to invite HIM into your life. To remember when you get so low that you can not get out of bed, that God is bigger than that and can bring restoration to your life. That slowly and surely God will bring you back. I am clinging to this and it is the only thing I have going at this time.
Faith! Faith that things in time will get better and I will be healed. Faith in myself restored so that I may finish a new chapter of education in my life. Faith that God will direct where I am to go. And faith that when I am MIA - He doesn't give up on me but keeps after me - until He finds me.
May any stumbler upon this blog - be blessed! And know that I am praying for healing for all that are seeking it! Let's find a way out of being MIA- Missing in Action!
Blessings,
Joan
I wanted a bracelet but I didn't get - to get one... my dad told me, "You could end up wearing it for the rest of your life." End of discussion. Period. I didn't agree with dad, but I think I have been "MIA" missing in action - long enough.
I struggle and deal with depression - full blown blubbering sobbing, crying the blues, to the pit and depth of the soul depression! This fall - I hit the 'brick' wall.
A variety of things probably helped me crash - 12 deaths since April, one being my best friend last May. If you have been by this blog before, I have written about her. Time hasn't healed this wound or made it any easier, her birthday was just a couple of weeks ago - and it brought all kinds of memories back and emotion up!
It is the weirdest thing to be going on along, living life, doing normal daily activities and WHAM you just start crying your eyes out. Or the worst is being somewhere in public and having to hold back the major emotions that come up....
I miss laughing with my best friend the most. The gut wrenching till it hurts laughing. I have wondered many times since May, if I will ever have a best friend again... Just that thought makes me sad. At this age, I am beyond lonely. I had a best friend for 36 years - older than most of the students that I attend school with. I probably sound selfish. But I can not even measure the depth of the loss she has been in my life.
My aunt died in September. She was my mom's older sister. When we were kids growing up, every summer my parents loaded up the car and we drove from Arizona to Iowa; then followed the grandparents up to Minnesota for a week at the lake. We then would head over to Ohio, to visit my mother's side of the family - grandparents, aunts & uncles and the cousins! We had good times exploring forests, nature walks, fishing, cards, picking strawberries, big family meals & bbq's , riding bikes, camp fires, rolls in the fluffy green grass of the mid west. Great memories.
My grandmother died 7 years ago - during the past 7 years, my mother and her twin sister had not talked with their older sister. Oh we can play the blame game and point fingers at who ever we want; yes the twins were cheated out of inheritances, but when it all comes down to what is important in life - you only have your family! And money is just a tool - sometimes we have a think times with money and sometimes we have thin lean times. I kept telling my mom and her twin, 'You have survived this long without it, be thankful for what you do have.' But they are 'MIA' - so there has been a lot of unresolved issues through out this grieving process.
I reached out to my cousins and my uncle in hopes of being supportive during the loss of their mother. Some of my favorite memories are of the great times we had during those summer visits, Christmas celebrations and multiple weeks with the cousins and grandparents growing up. A part of myself grieves for the loss of childhood times.
But my mother and her twin sister, my aunt hadn't reconciled with their sister and they still didn't reach out to their brother in law, my uncle. They just wrote her off. Tried to forget about her and the injustice that she had brought on by mismanaging their parents estate. So they went MIA - missing in action.
My best friend and I had quarreled a few years ago - over my son and his biological mother being involved in his life. His biological mother was MIA - missing in action from his life and I attempted to provide visitations, but these were never consistent due to her lifestyle. I did my best each time that she had time, that my son visited. (And by the way, his biological mother and I have been on good speaking terms especially the past ten years - she has thanked me numerous times for being there for OUR son!)
I do not know where it is written, but you do not put down other people and their children. Yes tempers flared between my friend and I. But I never thought that we would go almost three years, without speaking. She became MIA to me and even to her grown adult children. I tried to call her, email her, wrote her countless cards but nothing could pull her back. In the end, we were all called to say our goodbye's - her parents, her brother, her cousins and her children. Everyone had been cut out of her life. The final time that I saw my dear friend, she had been in a coma for a little over two weeks. She was nothing more than an empty shell of herself. She was MIA.
I realized as I reflected on her death that their had been signs all along of her depression; her addiction to prescription medication and alcohol were more hidden. Carla lived her life MIA in her final years. I would give anything to have been there her through her darkest hours; I have replayed the past three years over and over of what I could have done different. And of course, there is nothing to be done. And so a piece of me goes on MIA.
This being Thanksgiving week - I wish to encourage everyone to reconcile with a family member or a dear friend. Do not put it off! Do not wait! Take the first step, if that doesn't work, take two or three. But do NOT allow the sun to set, another day go by without saying I love you. You are better to bring peace into your life and go on - then sulk and stew over misgivings.
I have been MIA - I have not been well- emotionally and mentally - I dropped my classes this semester, I could not complete them. I have been frozen. And due to my MIA, my creativity for writing has been next to nothing. I am disappointed in myself for not completing a novel that is down to chapters and a few more classes to complete more educational goals.
This blog may not be read. It is not a happy feel good message. But if you stumbled upon it and took the time to read all this - please consider it a 'divine' appointment. A divine appointment that God wishes to invite you - to invite HIM into your life. To remember when you get so low that you can not get out of bed, that God is bigger than that and can bring restoration to your life. That slowly and surely God will bring you back. I am clinging to this and it is the only thing I have going at this time.
Faith! Faith that things in time will get better and I will be healed. Faith in myself restored so that I may finish a new chapter of education in my life. Faith that God will direct where I am to go. And faith that when I am MIA - He doesn't give up on me but keeps after me - until He finds me.
May any stumbler upon this blog - be blessed! And know that I am praying for healing for all that are seeking it! Let's find a way out of being MIA- Missing in Action!
Blessings,
Joan
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Girl Friends
One of my earliest memories is having a neighborhood
girl, who came to the door and asked to play. My mother let her in, a little
four year old girl with long dark brown hair and shaggy bangs. She had a small red
patent leather purse; she pulled out a card and handed it to my mother. “That
is the time I have to be home!” Nancy said. We had the first of many tea
parties that day. I met my first friend.
Friends bring meaning to our lives. They accept us,
encourage us and at times challenge us to be better. Girlfriends are that extra
special friend, for they know you, the part that makes you giggle. It really
doesn’t matter how old you become, there is really nothing like a good laugh
with a girlfriend. It has been said that laughter is the best medicine; I believe
this to be true.
Geri had arranged for a group of grade school and high
school classmates to meet up on Friday night. I was so excited to see Geri, Theresa
and Tina sitting in the restaurant booth when I walked in; it had been over 20
years since we had seen each other. Your human existence is validated with old
friends. I believe there is just something about the depth of years that the
soul understands.
We were fortunate that six grown women, that had attended
the same grade school and high school, were able to meet and reconnect again. In
a city the size of Phoenix, I don’t know many people, that have attended school
for twelve years together. We were the lucky ones.
The lucky ones attended schools along the 202 freeway
located between Tempe and downtown Phoenix. We went to Balsz Elementary School
which you can see as you drive along the 202; it sits just north of the freeway
at 44th Street. You actually drive through the football field of our
old East High School. Our high school was torn down many years ago. Our high
school was located at 48th Street, just south of today’s 202
freeway. For college, Arizona State University is located by driving east along
the 202. Not many people can say that they attended school along the 202
freeway.
Six grown women shared stories of fellow grade school
classmates, we wondered where some of our friends were today. We attempted to
piece together our past as if it was a life jigsaw puzzle. We laughed deeply about
our silly antics of classroom lessons,playground follies, team sports, old boyfriends, lost
loves, band, pom and cheer, football games were just some of our high school
discussions. We had teachers that loved
us and dedicated their selves to us. It was interesting to find how we had made
our way in the world.
We grew up in a strange time. We were too young for the
1960’s, so we couldn’t wear hip hugger pants, unless you wore a shirt tucked
into them. Hip hugger pants went below the belly button, so the shirt defeated the
purpose of exposing the belly. Young grade school girls were not allowed to
dress with their body showing; yes we had a dress code at our school.
We missed the impact of the 1970’s, so most of our
friends didn’t experiment with drugs, we just weren’t cool enough. Now I am not
saying that they didn’t exist, it is just the group of people that I spent time
with, didn’t associate themselves with drugs.
We graduated in 1979, not quite the 1980’s, so we weren’t
wild or hip and we didn’t wear neon colors. All of the Madonna, Cindy Lauper or
the Cars influence came later in the 1980’s. No we were the preppy ones; we
wore top siders, button down shirts, khaki’s slacks, the classic tailored look.
This time period that we grew from wise senior high school graduates into young
adults, reflected our being raised by parents from the 1950’s.
My girlfriends are accomplished, dedicated and talented
women. They love with the depth of their souls: their families, their children,
nephews and nieces. They love fiercely!
It is only while attending grade school or high school
that you are with your own age group. This time passes so quickly. The rest of
our lives we are thrown into a variety of a mix of ages, a multitude of
generations. It is with deep satisfaction and admiration to spend time with
those that you have grown up with and it feels like coming home to be with
those in your age group. For a while the years fade and you are once again a
young person.
So this week I hope to encourage anyone with an old
cherished grade school or high school friend, to get back in touch with them.
Share a laugh over some coffee, meet for dinner, attempt to call them and in the least find
them on Facebook. If you are one of the blessed ones and have a girlfriend, I
challenge you to find her and whether local or far away tell her that you miss her
and share a giggle.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Labyrinths - A Journey
According to Wikipedia labyrinths have been around for ages.
The earliest ones were even found in the third century. Labyrinths appear as
designs on pottery, etchings on walls of caves or churches, floors in tile or
even of mosaic. They are even found in the basements of cathedrals throughout
Europe.
Labyrinths are meant to be walked or at least allow the ‘mind’
to walk. As you walk towards the center of the labyrinth you are taking a
journey inward. One is encouraged to think and reflect on things that they need
to let go. Time to process where life is going, perhaps think of people or
situations that need to be put aside so that time to mediate and allow peace to
come.
When you reach the center of the labyrinth you are
encouraged to think on what you need at this point of your life; perhaps
strength, clarity, depth, understanding, encouragement, etc. As you begin your
journey back out of the labyrinth one can gather the strength or fortitude to
face their life from the experience.
A number of years ago I went to Sacramento to attend a
conference, prior to the conference beginning I was able to make a retreat for
two days. During this retreat we were ‘expected’ to complete the labyrinth
experience that evening. My assigned time was nine at night. I had just
traveled in early to attend the workshops on the retreat, I was tired and I don’t
think anyone likes to be forced to do something. So needless to say I was NOT
happy to be a part of the experience.
So I showed up for my time and began the process. We were
given headphones with a guided meditation English accent voice to guide us
through the labyrinth. There were eleven stations to pause at and reflect on a
part of your life. Honestly, I was in no mood for this exercise. But when I
reached station three, Letting Go – it hit me! I had many things, including the
huge chip on my shoulder to let go! As I progressed through the Labyrinth, station
seven, how we are perceived was also very hard for me, as it dealt with how
wonderful and gifted we each are made. My favorite station was eleven,
impressions. You stepped into sand and it talked about what impressions we are
leaving on the earth, a global perspective besides our everyday impressions. I
was blown away by walking a labyrinth. It was truly a profound experience.
I honestly have reflected on my experience with the
Labyrinth many times. Just this past week I saw some designs on pottery that
reminded me of the Labyrinth. It made me think how is my journey these days
through life? Am I being true to myself? Am I allowing myself time to reflect
on life? Where do I get my strength from? How am I being perceived? Who are
valuable people in my life? Have I thanked them lately? And what impressions am
I leaving on the earth? Who will remember what I have done when I am gone?
These are just some of the questions that I reflected on and
honestly I don’t always have the answers! But I do know that I am a seeker. I
am a seeker of knowledge, of knowing myself, of being important to people – to be
an encourager. Are you a seeker?
I want to encourage anyone out there to seek out a Labyrinth
and allow time for you to know yourself. You may wish to think of it as a
quest!
Friday, August 30, 2013
Sail Away to the Beach!
This past week was busy and stressful, too much work to do and not enough time. Many deadlines are looming on the horizon.
On Thursday
as I was sitting at my desk, I began to drag a little rake through the sand of
my desk Zen garden. And for a few moments I was transported back to beach.
What is it about a beach that we find so tranquil and mesmerizing?
I love the beach. I love the crisp, tart, salty, air. I love
the freedom in the wind. Huge waves roaring into crests from far away, crashing,
and then turning into pure white foam.
There is nothing like going into the ocean and feeling
the gravity pull, awaiting the perfect wave and riding the wave completely into the shore.
And the soothing sounds of the ocean waves as you sit on
the shoreline and contemplate life.
This past summer while at Oceanside Beach, I had a
thought of how so much of life has changed. We run our cars at top speeds,
going from place to place. Hurriedly eating and rushing to the next activity.
We get to the end of our days and we wonder why we cannot quiet our minds for
sleep. And yet the ocean has remained the same. The constancy of waves coming
in and resting on the sands and then the pull of the earth calling it back out into
the depths of the water, the rhythm of life.
There is a natural rhythm to life. We are born, we grow,
we are educated, we live, we grow older, we achieve, and we die.
Embracing the rhythm of life, discovering our talents and
pursuing our passions helps us to live authentic lives.
And in the great words of Mark Twain - “Twenty years from
now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones
you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch
the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
Friday, August 23, 2013
August 23, 2013 - Life Can Change In A Moment!
Life Can Change In A Moment
Many times
in life I have thought how quickly life can change. We can go along living and
at times it seems like everything is mundane. Day in and day out the same tasks
seem to drag on forever and then in a moment life is different.
My life
changed dramatically when I lost a beloved teacher while in high school, never
being able to express the gratitude that I felt for her was a deep regret. One
moment she was teaching and assigning projects and the next day we had heard that
a car accident claimed her life. We were all changed. The experience taught me
at a young age to express yourself for you never know when your last moment may
be.
After
college in my twenties I was hired by 9 major airlines, I chose to fly for
United Airlines as a Flight Attendant and I moved to Chicago. My life became a
series of change, due to constantly going and coming. For a while it became so
crazy that I didn’t know where I was or what time it was due to flying so much.
I remember clinging to moments of normalcy. I cherished days off to do laundry,
visit friends, cook dinner to do normal everyday things.
One late
afternoon in September, 25 years ago, the plane I was working on hit an air
pocket and had a depressurization, in that moment my life changed forever, as
the plane dropped 1500 feet, I hit my neck and my back. To this day I still
live with this injury.
We have
many moments in our lives of great happiness, of awaited news, of sadness and
of change.
I recently
lost my best friend of 30 years. Carla died May 14, 2014 in Tucson. She had
estranged herself from family and friends for the past two years, as she
struggled alone with her illness. When I received a call from her daughter,
Jessica, on the 11th of May, I immediately went to Tucson to see
Carla. She had been in a coma for over 2 weeks and was on life support. It was
horrifying to see my best friend so gravely ill.
Carla and
I became friends when we were 15 years old; we met at our first job at a
department store. Although vastly different we became immediate friends. Carla
was 5’2” and Native American – Navajo and Pima, she called herself a Pimajo! I
am 5’8” and due to my heritage I am very white, her family used to call me
their Albino child.
One of the greatest things
about Carla was she loved to laugh. I have never laughed as hard and as long as
I did with my best friend. The way she looked at life and lived it – always questing
for the best, adding ‘color’ to everything that she did. A bench did not stay a
bench long, for it was soon painted to look like a cow. A chair needs glitz,
gems, bow to be ‘jazzed up’! Oh how I miss her…
We had been friends through
our teens, twenties, thirties and forties; this was a person that knew your
moments. Moments of greatness, sadness, happiness, loneliness, celebrations –
all the moments of our life; graduations, boyfriends, new jobs, travels,
marriage, late night conversations, babies, children’s birthdays, loss of
relatives and divorce.
In July 2005, Carla’s mother
was going to visit family in the northern part of Arizona, Ganado, and Navajo
Reservation. Her mother, Karletta was traveling with her best friend. In a
moment, life changed tragically. Karletta’s best friend was driving, she ran a
stop sign while exiting the freeway near Holbrook, and was struck by an oncoming
truck. The vehicle was thrown and rolled 4 times due to the impact. Karletta
was killed instantly in the accident.
Carla called me hysterically
crying, I was on the road traveling home. As soon as I arrived back to the
valley we began the journey from Scottsdale to Holbrook to identify her mother’s
body. Life had changed and would never be the same. I began to lose my friend
that day. Carla began to seek pain management for many ‘illnesses’ and
eventually left her employment to sleep away her days. No amount of consolation
helped. She eventually pulled away from all family; her children, her father,
her brother, myself; life was just too much for her.
So when I received the call
from Jessica, Carla’s daughter, that her mother had been in the hospital for
over 2 weeks and they had just been notified. I immediately drove to Tucson. Seeing
my dear friend so ill and just a shell of life was one of the most horrifying
moments of my life. I talked with Carla, thanked her, apologized for not being
there for her in these ‘final moments’ and blessed her. I gently took her hand
in mine and prayed with her and for a brief moment there was a slight squeeze and
that was all. I told her I loved her and would always remember our times of deep
laughter. I thanked her for the gift of her friendship and will always cherish
it. And then I left.
The next day I had to go to
Pinetop to help my mother complete packing up my parents’ home for a move to
the valley. As I went out on the front deck to take a break and have a cup of
coffee, the breeze kicked up and a couple leaves floated by it was the winds of
change and I knew as the phone rang that Carla had passed on. In that moment a
part of life changed for me. I will always remember and miss my dear friend.
Cherish the moments. Life is
not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our
breath away. Author unknown
Celebrate the moments!
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