Author: Hope Never Vanishes

  • 2017.  meh.  fear and loathing in the new year.

    2017. meh. fear and loathing in the new year.

    2016 really became the most bizarre year in recent memory, especially during the second half.  Was it something that got sprayed into the air that said, “Go act crazy now, ya’ hear?” – and they did?  “They” meaning all of those who have drunk the koolaid and are expecting miracles.  Ever hear of Jim Jones and Guyana?  Hmmm.  Now this is again, “The Madness of Crowds – Extraordinary Popular Delusions”.  So, in 19 days, or thereabouts, the shit-show begins.  Yes, I can still say that.  I can curse if I want to, I have earned it.

    Hunter S. Thompson!  We miss you!  No telling what you would be saying about all of this.  Something fearsome hilarious, no doubt.  I cannot imagine.  I would think that the book would be a NYT Best Seller in a heartbeat.  We are buckling our seat belts for a wild ride, no doubt.

    Right now, though, just worried about the hacking and sputtering wink-wink.  So much ado and so much to worry about, it is one of those times that just keeps going on and on and on and on and on… and on.

    So, break out the Champagne or your favorite bubbly.  What the heck?  Why not?  Go read Revelations for some cheery late night reading – or any other apocalyptic ancient script – pick one, they all basically point to the same thing – end times with someone coming to help us out of the situation.  I’m subscribing to one, others subscribing to others… that’s the way the world has ALWAYS worked, right?

    In the meantime, I’m headed to the treadmill for some escape binge watching…  Luckily, we did not see any clowns the weekend, but plenty of wannabees.  God loves them just the same.

    Welcome to 2017.  Really.  This pie’s for you!

  • re-framing Christmas.  chapter 2.  got that tree up.  it’s a whuppin’

    re-framing Christmas. chapter 2. got that tree up. it’s a whuppin’

    Things that reveal that you are no spring chickin anymore:

    Thing 1 – Putting up the 2016 Christmas Tree and decorating the house.

    Total time:  3 days (more or less).

    The final sprint:

    • Calories burned (according to Fitbit) – 2,187.
    • Number of steps doing this (inside the house, all day – no “walk”) 5969.
    • How many times up and down the step ladder?  God only knows.
    • How did I feel?  Like I had been beat all over with a stick.
    • How does the tree look?  Just fine.

    Let’s hope that it cheers us up.

    It’s the holidays and it is a very strange time in our lives.  Praying for peace and praying for some settling in our family and in the world.  We are not guaranteed happiness.  We just have to try to be happy when we can get those beautiful moments.

  • it’s coming on Christmas…

    it’s coming on Christmas…


    Admittedly, this is a different holiday season in many ways, this year, but most acutely, within my family we will be adjusting to spending our holiday with fewer people this year than last, and praying for the healing of the broken links that are causing this.  Links are connections that when one is broken, many are affected.

    The hardest adjustment is “re-framing” our situation when this happens – the instability caused, takes a while to re-stabilize to the new normal, whatever that is to be, and our very human emotions are affected forevermore, so more work must be done to contain the reactions and resulting instability that those create, as well.

    We hear the term “chain reaction” — our chain may not be linear, but may be more like a net of chain links.

    I remember hearing my parents talk about this or that relative who they had difficulty being around because of some unfortunate situation that occurred in the past, that caused hurt feelings where the scars were too great to completely heal.  The more major the hurt, the bigger the scars and the damage done.  Time factor comes in and sometimes it helps dissipate the hurt, and dilute the ill feelings, but sometimes it does not help in that way.

    Troubleshooting circumstances like this that happen ahead of or during the holidays can be especially difficult, can cause much confusion, and if there is perceived loss or potential loss, the losses of the past are dragged up out of the coffins in our memory bank, like Dracula in the darkness, coming out to demand that “deep inner work” be done, once again – to resettle the grief, and attempt to heal and recover back to a more normal state.

    The human condition involves loss and grieving.

    We are wired to feel loss and grief, but we are not given a handbook on how to do the healing in the best way possible – someone forgot to pack that in our backpack when we were born – oh – right – we are not given a backpack, just the capabilities to develop as we mature — and some of us are not given the best sets of tools, or there are things that happen that cause the tools to be broken or rusty when we pull them out to use them.

    I always ask God to advise me on these occasions.  Sometimes I listen and do not hear back.  Sometimes the message comes in an unexpected form.  In fact, usually, that is the case.  I am waiting right now.  Just saying.

    Joni Mitchell is great at articulating how wistful the holidays can be in her song “River” when she discusses how broken relationships affect the time.

    In our case, I am praying hard for guidance in troubled times.  I am praying for healing, and for recovery — and I am praying for Peace…  It’s a different holiday season this year.  I am observing it.  I am trying to re-frame for this year in order to survive through the time with some holiday spirit.