Many women feel they have lost themselves, either during pregnancy, postpartum, or maybe in the process of raising their children. We used to go have fun and do whatever we pleased, not worried about consequences. We used to wear clothes that showed off our bodies without hesitation or not leave the house without a full face of makeup. We used to be down to have fun anytime day or night no matter the hour. Now we take care of a house and family, worrying about getting everyone else squared away. Now we dress in whatever is fast, hiding the imperfections under baggy clothes just to feel comfortable. Makeup is never a thing unless it’s a special occasion or funeral. Now we have fun maybe twice a month if we are not too touched out by day's end. Never did I think I would have to schedule that quality time. You might not look the same. You might not feel the same. But keep pushing forward, I promise it will get better.
Love, your future self.
The world has changed in so many ways
It's nothing like the good old days
There was only 3 channels on the TV and we boiled a kettle to make the tea
Lots of fresh air playing outdoor in the sun
Football hopscotch just having fun
Having a Picnic in the park getting home
Before it gets dark
Jam sandwiches just a quick snack to eat
No named trainers just daps on your feet
Clouring pencils chalking on the ground
Children laughing what a wonderful sound
Things have changed that's no doubt to talk to our friend we had to go out
But that's all changed now in the process of time
Don't you miss your younger days I know I miss mine.
I will forever treasure the two of them.
One was a homeless man I met when
I was in the process of moving.
He said his name was Sky. My
Heart feels warmth each time
I think of him. You might say that
Meeting Sky was a 'going away
Present from God.
The other treasure, I never met.
She passed by and obtained a tool box
While I was away. It was free, but she
Was very happy to come across the rusty
Old tool box. It wasn't free because I did
Not value such a tool box, but rather because
I no longer needed it and wanted someone
Like her to have it and fall in love with it. She
left a thank-you note with her name on it. Her
Name was Crystal. Her note on the little
Piece of paper she wrote on connected us.
Crystal and Sky. Great gifts from God.
Grief never leaves you; memories keep loved ones close to your heart .
Quote by poet.
John and his young wife Maria had been apart for a year now,
but every week he'd drive across town just to speak with her.
On the passenger seat was a white rose, Maria’s favourite flower.
Their garden was adorned with them; they resembled a carpet of snow,
and in a gentle breeze in summertime you could smell their sweet scent.
He passed the sandy beach and remembered the walks they used to do,
and the time when he got down on his knee and asked her to marry him.
She answered straight away, and tears of joy streamed down her face.
He'd always tear up when he remembered when she said "Yes, yes, yes".
That was three years ago but now it seemed like it was only yesterday.
They'd often talk of starting a family and were in the process of moving
to a bigger house, but sadly it wasn't to be, and John decided to stay.
He slowed down and drove down the fir tree lined avenue and parked up.
Then he got out and picking up the rose placed it carefully on her headstone.
Inner Tides and Outer Moons
Just like Earth and her moon
Our own body-mind fluxes
With and within the cycle of tides.
Up-down, strong-weak, high-low
We swell and contract in a rhythm
That effects if not controls us all.
Maybe it’s even what makes us care
About others and what others think of us
Since without the flux
We’d be more consistent
And so more confident, less needy
And thus more independent.
But at a certain point,
Maybe what we call mid-life
We should have learned that no matter
The flux is ours and not up to others
To verify, confirm or even acknowledge
Who we are, our successes and failures.
A body-mind in flux
After all is a mystery
In the process of becoming
But after at least fifty years of becoming
We should have become familiar enough
To know what is and what’s ahead.
At least to know
That there will always be
Change and more change,
And that the key to a mature
If not always happy body-mind
Is a measure of self reliance.
(3/23/25)
Me and the wall
Like an imaginary friend when we were a child.
My thoughts bounce off the wall and then get filed.
Mrs. Beasley, Shilo, and Winnie the Pooh.
No matter what you said, they believed it was true.
My wall let's me figure it out with me and God.
And it's funny, but I never end up feeling odd.
And as I sit here amidst all the reflections.
Somewhere inside I'm ok with the recollections.
Having thoughts that no one else interrupts.
Allows time and space where nothing corrupts.
And in the process of sorting through the muck.
Insight and common sense prevails with any luck.
Introverts and extroverts and everything between.
Hopefully, you mean what you say, when you say what you mean.
Cause when this world get's it's way and in your head.
Sometimes, come what may, it's their thoughts instead.
So, hello old friend, it's you and me till the end.
We've travelled many avenues and around the bend.
Somehow I'm ok with the way things turned out.
Reflective perspective has removed most of the doubt.
X-Marks-the-Spot is a tickling game
Which is traced upon someone’s bare back.
In childhood, we played it and often it caused
A goose-bump filled giggling attack.
My kids got the treatment when bathtime arrived
And my grandson when he was a tot,
But it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the chance
To engage in some X-Marks-the-Spot.
Yet I came upon Henry, eleven years old,
In the process of donning his tee
And the canvas was waiting for X-Marks-the Spot,
Just the cue for a tickle from me.
“I remember this, Nana!” he said as he smiled.
“Can you write down the words?” which I did,
Just delighted to think such a game’s been preserved
From my long-ago time as a kid.
Pass me the cigarette
She who I thought will stay
Gone long back
Me who now is a fall guy
What life has in store anymore
Who knows
But who cares
The angel has returned to paradise
So pass me the cigarette
In the process of becoming Steve Jobs
I became Steve Harrington
You can call me voat
Cause I am the villain of all time
So brother pass me the cigarette
Let's do some self harm
All I got now is words
Also everything that I wanna say
Got ruined by my words
Oh fyodor
I know my crime
I know my punishment
I am guilty
So pass me the cigarette
I am a writer
So give me the lighter
Let me smoke words
And let me see my poem in ashes
Pass me the cigarette
Love may be lost in the process of age
and hidden in the miserly sunset
of life, draining like a father's cold sweat.
Oh, that you could absorb my red-hot rage
and exist in a long moment with me
as though life and love were newly begun,
as if it were lace dainty and finespun,
with hopes now aglow on a sparkling sea~
but the sea has become angry and rough
capsizing and drowning us in its wrath;
love is forgotten as death lays its path
and quietude wraps you up in a huff.
Author Dana Redricks
September 27, 2024
With my past behind me, and the shadows that they cast. Although I've had the feelings of rejection I was covered in God's protection.
God has given me a new direction. When my past comes knocking at my door and reminds me of the hurtful things they often bring. With the feelings of being violated and the innocent that was robbed from me.
God has reminded me that I have been set free. My eyes have been opened and now I can see how beautiful life can be. Although my life has been filled with pain, and the heartaches that it often brings.
God has given me a new song, one of deliverance. In the process of searching for someone to accept me, God reminds me that He has always loved me. I am free, I am free
God knows each tear I've shed the ones seen and unseen. Although I can see my shadows behind me, I see hope, and love before me. Just like a shadow of my past they can't hurt me anymore. God Yahweh has opened the door to healing, and walking in victory. I am finally free from life's pain and misery. God has wiped away the stains of my history.
Author Dana Redricks
September 21, 2024
Everyone wants to be wanted. All my life I've searched to fill this hole in my soul. Feeling rejected looking for someone to love and realizing the love I'm searching for can only come from above. But I also realize that no one was meant to be alone.
We are social creatures and meant to live in community and just like an eagle we were meant to be free. To spread our wings to soar above and worship the God above the One only true love.
There's a God shaped hole in our souls that only God Yahweh can fill and only God Yahweh can heal the hole in my soul.
Wounded and broken search for someone to love and share my life with, never to give up on me, I'm searching for dedication, in the process of searching for love I've tried to fill the hole in my soul with the medication, people, and things, which never could fill the void. I'm looking for someone to comfort and hold and intertwine and to be mine, and just like a bird I'm longing to be free, and God to reveal to me how things were meant to be.
As a pebble from a rough rock, my existence began.
Did I, devoid of destiny, have a peculiar plan?
I was caught between the caves of waves and tricky boulders.
The sun over the seashores was not less than a smoulder.
Haphazardly, with nothing of my gleeful goal, I flowed
Amidst coarseness, a ray of refulgence from within glowed.
Hazardous hardships of grinding and gravelling I bore
Priceless perfection, yet, passionately possessed my core
Twisted, turned, and tossed, my hard edges got softened and smoothed.
Indeed, there were moments too, when, by sea waves, I got soothed.
I am strong now. I'm bright and shining like a sparkling gem.
Shreds of sun and moon hide between the bold folds of my hem.
How I am joyous when I am in a child's tender hold!
How grimness grills my heart when, by a merchant, I am sold!
Ups and downs are parts of process my existence, I know.
This is why I don't fear when in streams like a leaf I flow.
I am humble even when I look tall, fat, high, or wide.
In the process of my becoming, I have lost my pride.
As every being or nonbeing, I too might be gone.
Isn't life a bon voyage from the known to the unknown?
At first, you watched in awe
Observing the impact of WORD
Mountains moved
The Earth groaned
The Ocean Roared
...in silence
It got old, quickly
As your feet moved
Darting from ear to ear
Stirring up your brew
Bringing boiling water
...to whistle
Put your money
Where your mouth is
And so silver
Dropped upon the table
Of thirsty men
...to purchase
A god without a name
No notoriety to blame
Deliverance and healing
Of nobody from nowhere
...to sing
Dead and gone
Followers pinned down
No one will rise
When ink and pen resound
...twisted truth
You gnawed the tongue
With deeds of terror
Making children bow
To sowing your seed
...in gall
The one place
You couldn't touch
In the process of Word's
Natural death
...gives LIFE eternal
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-19-2024
Note: Six means: Marriage (spiritual)/Family (natural), Five means Ministry (spiritual)/Work (natural), and Four means Direction (Spiritual)/ Order (natural)
In the process of
Knowing you
He came to talk
So interesting
With speech
While my mate walked
...with you
Alone, it seemed
Uninterested in me
He lodged with beasts
I preferred beauty
And the questions
Hanging on trees
...forbidden
I reached for fruit
You said nothing
As I communed
You are too
Companion to me
Though both doomed
...to death
The creature violated
Me, again and again
As I yelled your name
I knew you would come
For one purpose
To clothe violence in shame
...for being human
You abandoned me!!!!
You left me with judgment
And a prophecy that bound my body
To an earth filled with
My children's blood
Godless...no LOVE
No pain is greater....
Wait
Is that you
Wailing in the corner
With bound hands
As my roots are being
Bound to a barren ground
He's a liar...He's a freakin' liar
None of this is TRUTH
Daddy God's name is LOVE
And nothing can separate us...NOTHING!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-10-2024
Today I’m thankful for angels
and all the joy in my life they’ve brought…
and bring…
not only those angels who fly around in heaven…
but all those angels here on Earth
in the process of earning their wings.
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