WAKE up!!!!!!

Beautiful post! You find the exact right metaphor and adjective...very hard to do. I know, I've tried! I am very morbid and always think about death. It's always hard for me to say goodbye to anyone because I'm afraid I will never see them again. If someone leaves I always tell them to drive careful...as though the words are some kind of talisman that will protect them. I have to tell my family that I love them when they leave bacause I am afraid that I will never see them again. And why? No-one has died. But I have had so many people ripped out of my life because of family arguments. I think maybe that is why. Though I have the comfort of knowing that they are not dead, I still have had everything come to a halt, this path closed, no sense of continuity and having to go on without them. Even to this day, I have a hard time working things out because I never saw anyone work things out when I was young. A lot of americans complained about the news showing these pictures over and over. Yes, they did anesthisize it. And I think that our countries attitude towards the whole thing is somehow a way to deny death too. As though GB can stop it. I'm not trying to say that no action should be taken, but the action seems to be one in which people have taken as a defense against their feelings of insecurity rather than a thoughtful one. They say the world changed that day, but I don't know if it changed. I think that on that day the nature of the world became something that we could no longer hide from. (This is BBE's)

hi behind blue eyes ...

wow. you hit it on the head. i, too, wonder, when i part from people, if i will see them/hear from them again. i guess that is me being all to aware of how short life is, how suddenly can change, and of how small and insignficant we all are in the grand scheme of things. i guess this fixation with death, people departing comes from seeing soooo much of it inour professional lives?

personally, i have suffered loss. my sister (read post here about her) was killed in a car accident 12 years ago. i did not get a chance to say goodbye. my last words to here were angry.

and, well, then i/we suffered the greatest loss anyone can suffer. losing a child is worse than losing oneself. i think, because, so much of oneself is in that child.

and hope ... hope went out the door with him. those who have been reading my blog for a while have heard i lost a son. no doubt you're all curious. no matter what you think, you can not imagine. a post about him is rattling around in my head and heart.

about family dissention - sometimes the worse kind of lose, blue eyes, is the ones where the loved one has not left the earth. you know what i mean?

hiding. that's what the world does. cowardly hide. no one wants to hear about death. i mean, really hear about it. and think about it. you're right -- its all DENY DENY DENY. we, who mourn, get told, move on, don't dwell on it. trite. and STUPID words, if ever such were spoken!

i think nothing has changed. the world is still as thick-headed and obtuse as ever about death and life. if more people lived their lives, i mean daily, knowing that the physical possibility does exist they or their loves ones could die at any second ... i think this world would be sooooo different.

life is still as value-less as it was 5 years ago. i think we have not learned a fucking blessed thing.

how truly sad.

i must say ... it is 14:20 here. and this post has been up for a few days already. the fact that everyone else has deliberately avoided this post is VERY TELLING INDEED.

if you choose not to acknowledge death, does that mean it does not exist?

death = life. death ... is ... what ... gives ... any ... of ... this ... a point!

GET YOUR HEADS OUTTA YOUR ASSES and smell the fucking coffee, folks!

:D

I have always been accused of mulling over things to much. Apparently people think that this is a waste of time, but to me it is a necessity. People seem to value a person of action, a person who goes out and gets things done and doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about the things I think about. They call what I do wallowing in self-pity, wasting time etc. I think there is a need for all kinds of people in this world. I used to buy into all that crap and think that there really was something wrong with the way I was. But how can there be something wrong with how I was born? I must have been meant to be this way if I was born this way.

I read a book once. I think it was called On the Psychology of Woman. It was written by a Jungian Therapist. She spoke of a woman called the Medial woman. She described her as a woman who lived in the world of the subconscious. She can be very ineffective and well.....witchy! She notices things going on around her that haven't come to the conscious mind of others yet. She can even appear to by psychic to others who aren't in touch with what she is. They say that she can be a wonderful friend, mate, mother but she can be disastrous if she doesn't give other people the chance to see things in their own time. She can make people very uncomfortable talking about things that no-one wants to talk about. I have also read about her in a book called Goddesses in Every Woman. In that book they called her Persephone. Persephone was a goddess in Greek mythology who spent half the time in the underworld and half the time above ground.
She is represented by the High priestess of the tarot cards in her less developed form. In this form she has all of her visions but is unable to relate them to anyone else. When you draw this card it means that you are supposed to examine your subconscious motives. She is also represented by the Star which is her more developed aspect. The Star shows a naked woman with one foot on land and the other in water. She is holding an urn and pouring the water. She spreads light and her creativity is being released. I guess it is what the medial woman is supposed to strive to be.
Well, she has her place too. And it is impossible to develop spiritually if you don't go inside sometimes. Without her, imagine what a horrible world this would be....worse than it already is. But she is made ridiculous by society, ignored and discounted.
People are afraid of her for a lot of reasons. Some people don't like to think, some people think that if they lived in this world they wouldn't be effective I suppose. But that's all right...we'll keep being scary won't we!

Oh, I forgot to say though I suppose you guessed. That was BBE's.

thanx blue, i had heard of persephone but did not know the story of the medial woman. i feel like that woman mostly. seeing things than no one else does. and forgetting that most of those around me are blinded to those visions. and then the doubts. do i really see? or am i just a lune, like everyone thinks?

wow. i cannot believe how similarly we think.

:D

Velvet,

Your words have brought those tears back.... The ones I tried so hard to swallow the other day.

I remember these pictures you have shared. I also remember the outcry they created. Why did so many people think it was too much?

Thank you for your eloquence. I can't even begin to to say how much your piece moves me.

Wistful

wistful ... i read your 9/11 post. it moved me ... i cannot imagine being right near the epicentre of such a disaster. thx for your kind words.