Most people have
challenges
Ups and downs.
when things don't flow
Your favourite pet or person
may disappear any time
Nobody is immune
To the tide of the moon
Some people are
broken needles
on scratched records.
Offloading
moans to empaths
who absorb them
like pieces of
newsprint
in the rain.
in self help- books
to make friends with
others so they can
confide in them when things
go south.
Which is OK to a point.
But not helpful if it goes
on too long
Exotic Imports Rotorua
Why not encourage
women to set up talking groups
where it's compulsory
to celebrate snippets of joy-
with or about each other,
devoid of envy, gossip
or competition?
Consulting
a professional counsellor,
(if the spiral is still going down),
is not shameful.
It's being strong-
Would you blush
to visit a surgeon
if you had a brain tumour?
Or a vet if your cat was too
far gone ?
Ways to cope include
meditating with a
recording of a hypnotists
melodious voice-
Cuddling on the couch
with your cat, kids
or significant other
Walking in nature and
talking to birds
They understand more
than you realise
TED Talks and pod casts
can lead to a-ha moments of hope.
Switching off TV, social media
and silencing your phone can
lead to moments of peace.
Listening to classical
music all evening long can lead to
moments of wonder
Candle lit, home made
dinners around
your table
even if you are alone
is fine.
There is dancing in candle light
Lavender incense
for relaxation.
A singing bowl with
a high pitched ring.
Banging it like a gong
throughout rooms;
moves energy along,
making space
for joy and song
Writing every day
two pages of anything
even if it's tripe
is a good place to release
worries and can sometimes
move you to tears that heal
Words and thoughts are better
out on the page,
than swirling around
in your brain like pots of
alphabet soup.
Going alone to favourite cafes
with a good cup
of coffee and occasionally
a savoury muffin,
to write and read
are sanity saviours
If you are an over-thinker,
over-drinker or over-spender-
writing and doodling can be
a way of holding hands
with your
guardian angels and dreams
Children's picture books
and magazines in public libraries
are favoured places to linger.
The air feels lighter
there
The Library in Rotorua
is so improved,
it could be on another planet.
Security guards
and helpful
staff on every floor
make you feel
safe and mellow.
No more swearing
lurkers, stealing bags
and setting
fires to toilets.
I wonder where
those souls have been
moved along to-
I hope it's kind and warm
If you are in a mood for travel,
Libraries at Papamoa, Whakatane
Wellington and Warkworth
are worth visits too.
Places of peace and power
Probably most libraries
on the planet are
worth dropping
into-
being mini-worlds of
community and calm
Sitting in specialists'
waiting rooms can be
spaces for viewing magazines,
original art,
creating drawings in your visual diary
and writing
There are silver linings and bullets if
you can glean them.
Although it is easier to
think this way when
you are not the actual
one afflicted
Moments of joy
don't just
float towards you effortlessly
on a perfumed cushion
unless you
are in the initial
throes of dopamine love
Commitment to present
contentment takes practise
and courage
If you try just
a fraction of these methods
for a
full month of moons,
things may improve
because I know from personal
proof that
Everyone has challenges in life.
Ups and downs.
Times when things don't flow
Email Janet@jkeen.net
See how you go
if you decide to use any of these methods
-drop me a line
Parting famous poem of the day for your enjoyment
Kindness
Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.
What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
Sugar can cure everything, so Kindness says.
Sugar is a necessary fluid,
Its crystals a little poultice.
O kindness, kindness
Sweetly picking up pieces!
My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies,
May be pinned any minute, anesthetized.
And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
You hand me two children, two roses.
Sylvia Plath
Parting famous haiku for you to reflect on and write your own in response to if you feel like it
don't hit the fly-
he prays with his hands
and with his feet
Issa Kobayashi
My response to this is
don't spray the bee-
she makes honey with her hands
and with her feet
Janet Keen
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