Mining Nuggets

No more declarations

Haiku

Living within the
moment of my reality; 
Without announcement

A year ago at Mining Nuggets: Where to now (Update)?

The induction ceremony

Quote of the day

"Fun to look back as well as forward ... " Nelle Jacobson

Official induction ceremonies of one kind and another at Deception Pass.

Tamar and Missy forever enveloped by the warm embrace of the Jacobson family.

Haiku

Validation heals 
Like the warmest, ocean's embrace; 
No longer alone

Tamar Jacobson

Validation heals 
Like the warmest, ocean's embrace; 
No longer alone

Tamar Jacobson

May you have a strong foundation

Quote of the day

Who needs the static/it hurts the head/and you wind up cracking/and the day goes dismal - Joni Mitchell

On the other hand ... May You Stay Forever Young ...

A year ago at Mining Nuggets: New Year's Day in New Brunswick

Happy New Year

Let joy be the theme for this year.

[Randy's gift to me this Christmas: Willow Tree Angel of Happiness]

Recently in Seattle, I overheard from the back of the car a conversation between life partner and his old, close friend, in which a quote was shared from a wise person the friend had encountered:

"People who are grieving don't read fiction."

I realized that I have not been comfortable reading fiction since ... well, a long time ago. I was even ascribed the label of not being a real reader, which was always puzzling to me because I read constantly - just not fiction. At first I thought it was because I was too serious or studious. But the more I thought about it, I understood when I started grieving. It was around 1974 to 1975, and directly relates to the time of my forced abortion. What a weak, full-of-shame, I'll-do-anything-for-people-to-love-me type person I was back in those days. I shudder to think it. The loss was enormous. I was only able to scrape the surface of processing it 20 years later with a grief counselor in Buffalo, New York. And, now, as I continue to shed self-loathing - or, the shame of all that is "me," I allow myself to discover joy - joyfulness - joyousness - yes indeed, happiness. That is exactly why I placed the Angel of Happiness on my wish-list this Christmas. I need all the help I can get!

2009 seems promising to me, personally. Entering the age of sixty in May feels like it might be heralding in a new era. And so, as I continue to work at driving out ancient, toxic shame to regain my joyful birthright, perhaps (just perhaps) I will find interest in reading fiction again ... again ... again ... I mean, in between the memoirs I enjoy reading lately.