Sometimes I Climb the Walls and Lie on the Ceiling
. “Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence.” ― Vittorio Alfieri . When you think of silence, Is it a place or an action filled with light or with dark? Is it peaceful, a space of solitary contemplation, a refuge from the word-filled storms of the world, a moment to yourself, private, secret... Is... Continue Reading →
If you were to write a book in which you told the story of your life - What would the name of your memoir be? That question caught my eye while I was wandering aimlessly on Buzzfeed. I enjoy taking silly quizzes, as it can be an insightful and fun way of getting to know... Continue Reading →
Hiding behind this blog, there is a person, a human being (who used to wonder if they were an alien), a people just like you (okay, not exactly like you... you can stop panicking). The words you see in this post, come from the fingers of this person tapping out their thoughts and feelings onto... Continue Reading →
“It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.” ― Stephenie Meyer . . . . When I first saw the focus of this week’s Daily Post Photo challenge:... Continue Reading →
. . . . There are silent conversations which happen within us all the time. We talk to ourselves, we answer back, we discuss things with others, they speak with us, we chat with things as well as people, and things communicate with us... all within the confines of our mind. If someone looked at... Continue Reading →
. . By the time we see something, we usually already know what we're going to see and we're only surprised if our eyes don't perceive the expected sight. . How do we know in advance what we're going to see? Often it is because our other senses have informed us, told our mind which... Continue Reading →
. . I don't know what's wrong with me... maybe what is wrong with me is you. . That's probably not true, but for now it is... because I say so, I don't know if I believe it... . But... . I'm living the dream... illusion. . For now, I'm not the one who has... Continue Reading →
. . There are moments when I can sense a certain something trying to communicate with me. This certain something is within me. It is me. But which me is it? . Last night in the still of darkness, the midnight hour, a screech cut through the silence. It repeated itself, it wanted to be... Continue Reading →
Are you a Narcissist? . . . No… . . . Then why are you taking the Silent Treatment personally? . . . Why do you think that a Narcissist’s Silent Treatment is about you? . . . It’s not about you. It is all about them. . . Perhaps you're D.U.I...or D.y.U.I.N... Driving yourself... Continue Reading →
“Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has laid an egg cackles as if she had laid an asteroid.” ― Mark Twain I was going to post this pic and that quote earlier in the week, during Easter, but then I didn't... Why am I posting it now? I'm feeling very quiet at the... Continue Reading →
There are certain things about myself which I rarely if ever reveal to others. I suppose they could be loosely called facts. Are they secrets? I suppose they could be loosely called secrets. I don’t consider them secrets. They’re simply things I don’t feel the need to divulge. Sometimes because they seem to me to... Continue Reading →
Adi Nes from Boys SeriesThe other day the beautiful and insightful Kim Saeed gave me a Not Featured on Freshly Pressed award nomination. Her blog - Let Me Reach - tackles the painful experience of being in a relationship with a Narcissist and offers ways to heal and recover from it.In her own words:“...what matters... Continue Reading →
Why is talking to yourself considered one of the first signs of madness? Surely it should be seen as a sign of sanity. How am I supposed to get to know myself, who I am, what I enjoy doing, what I like or don’t like, what my dreams are, what my fears are, work through... Continue Reading →
owl by Yair-Leibovich This is an old post recycled because... Some days I really have nothing to say. Incomplete thoughts float around in my head like leaves on a stream.If I could focus on one, then perhaps it would take shape and form into a conversation. All the thoughts seem like they would lead somewhere... Continue Reading →
I've posted this song and video before... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUQsqBqxoR4 Sara Bareilles - Brave I absolutely adore it, the message and energy of it, so I'm posting it again because the lyrics say it all: "Brave" You can be amazing You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug You can be the outcast Or... Continue Reading →
Halls of Blind by Haliestra "My mother trained me to tell her everything she does was right. And when I did not agree with her, I was a bad son who betrayed her and then used guilt to keep me. A thought of my own was forbidden. The word “WE” was used a lot as... Continue Reading →
If you've commented on one of my posts about Narcissism, I've probably mentioned somewhere in my reply - Find the Gift in the Curse - or something along those lines. But what do I mean by that? How could there be a gift in the curse of being caught up in a relationship with a... Continue Reading →
Blaise Pascal by Augustin Pajou "I have made this letter longer, because I have not had the time to make it shorter." - Blaise Pascal I got this quote today when I published my last post. I thought this particular quote was very apt, considering that I am a Drossmeister. Do you ever read the... Continue Reading →
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTCNwgzM2rQ Simon and Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence "But my words, like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence." I have my natal Moon in Virgo in the 12th house. I can't remember if I've written about this position yet, I may have touched upon it, but if I have I... Continue Reading →
What are the things which we are unable to say? Why do they exist? How does this happen that words get caught inside and don't come out? It is an overused gimmick in soap operas to have a character on the verge of saying something to another character which needs to be said but which... Continue Reading →
I learned to listen before I learned to speak. I didn't plan for it to happen that way, it just did as these things do. I spent many years in silence. I hated the silence. I loved the silence. Then I learned how to speak. To myself, not to others. Learning to speak requires an... Continue Reading →
When I read I tend to do it from several different places within me. My eyes scan the words, my gut scans the feelings within the words, my ears listen to the voice and tone I give to the words, I monitor my body for physical and other reactions, while my mind processes the information... Continue Reading →
A friend I haven't heard from in a while, emailed me today asking me how I was. I stared at the message trying to think of an answer. Some time passed, then I logged out of my email and decided to deal with the task of replying later. I went onto Pinterest to distract myself... Continue Reading →
IcySilence by MoonVooDoo
"I can usually sense what you want me to say... but it takes me a while to decide if I am willing to say it. That is why I am silent." - @UrsusAbstrusus
