Sunday, May 11, 2025

Accidental Mother

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As I emotionally work through Mother's Day, motherhood and what it means to be a mother whose role has changed from being her children's hero to something different, I reflect on my own mother. As a person she is broken. Her unresolved childhood living with an aggressive alcoholic father, who would have preferred the first born be a son, and an anxious mother, left deep scars.

Her father had four siblings, all brothers. His own father was a hard, harsh man. Growing up in an era when emotion was not something to share. He never learned how to share. He was a masculine man and wasn't sure what to do with a daughter.

My mother is an accidental mother, during her first year at college as the semester came to a close she and my Dad had a dorm room fling. She spent the summer living with her grandmother, she was pregnant and her mother didn't want her father to find out.

When my parents met back up at college in the fall my Dad was in for a surprise. Their entire life trajectory rearranged. It was a quickie marriage. Marriage was something you did at the time, no discussion, no other choices, you got pregnant, you got married.

They drove East from college in the opposite direction from my mother's parents, to the small town where my father's family lived. Got married, moved into an apartment, and my Dad got a job at the Oscar Mayer meat processing plant. Before and after work he'd drive out to the family farm to help milk the cows. He worked, my mother waited. For me to be born. For something unknown, something else.

The broken bits of my mother languished. Stuck in a place where her youthful plans withered. Unable to fully embrace the role of mother or wife. She tried. There is photographic evidence of these attempts to validate her life as happy, fulfilled. Yet, the walk-offs outnumbered these attempts. One minute she is present, the next drifting off path. Unable to fully engage with herself or her daughter.

The broken unvalidated unseen child became the un-validating absent emotionally immature mother.

Over the years there were times when we seemed the best of friends. Turns out it was the subconscious tool of enmeshment which led to the appearance of emotional attachment and acceptance. Over time we have been estranged for months at a clip. Barely talking. Separate orbits, separate lives.

Then my father died.

She needed me, for a while. Then she hated him. Then she hated me. Even turning a blind eye towards her grandsons. All those broken bits resurfaced. Scars exposed and raw.

Sometimes I can hear my mother's tone in my words, sometimes I can see her in the mirror. I wish these glances were filled with good memories but they're not.

We carry these parts of our parents within us, the good, the bad. The negative aspects show themselves when we least expect it, when we least want them around. Therapy can help us recognize and process these negative bits when they unbury themselves bleeding into our adult relationships and life roles. Yet, there is no overarching cure.

I will never fully be cured, if cure is a word for these negative influences because in truth there's nothing she or I can do to change the past. I can't rid myself of them. I can't wash it out. I can't burn it out with acid or fire. I am the child of two people who raised me in the best manner they knew how at the time, one being broken, both being young, barely adults.

My childhood upbringing, the positive and negative emotionally nurtured traits impact the relationships I have as an adult. The relationship with my husband, with my children, my friends, relatives, with people in general.

If you look for it you will find these broken pieces hiding in plain sight. Each day is work to dampen their history. To change the narrative. To pass along only emotionally mature behaviors and to recognize that these negative bits are not part of my true self.

A true self that is human. Imperfect. Slightly damaged. Filled with self-compassion and doing my work to embrace the healing truth of my own story.

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Friday, April 18, 2025

Is it... am I...

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When one begins to wonder... am I? Are you? Or is it the wind? That has ruffled the world so.

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Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Wellness

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The word wellness is a vast net that can catch even the smallest of quarks (in other words, the topics of discussion are varied and diverse like snowflakes or grains of sand); for me the list below constitutes a fraction of the fundamental enhancements gained from the study of the concept of wellness:

  • Wellness is a commodity, a currency that some sell - be mindful of what you purchase.
  • Biases of thought and actions are prevalent among humanity – by questioning biases, in all their forms, critical thinking will deepen.
  • Each person’s understanding of wellness, health, and what it means to live well are subject to their biases, perceptions, and lived experiences. Embrace these differences; as the sun sets, we are in step together in the journey.
  • Language is a powerful architecture of culture.
  • Lastly: we live in an unpredictable world – open the door each day with the hope for predictability and be able to adapt to nature’s own impulses and whims.
As a future horizon thinker, it is with some certainty that I say, in 100 years, when the world is peopled a new, they will look back at this centuries beginning and grimace. Some may laugh at our ill attempts to create solutions to our current problems. Some may wince in disgust that our generation ever thought such-and-such was a good idea.

A personal strongly held belief, a bias of mine, is that continued industrial progress and over consumption of commodities, which damage and drain our natural world, will continue toward the “law of diminishing returns” and “our bigger-and-better society is now like a hypochondriac, so obsessed with its own economic health as to have lost the capacity to remain healthy” (Leopold vii-ix).

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Works cited

Leopold, A. (1948). The Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There. Oxford University Press.

Sunday, February 16, 2025

Behind You

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Photo taken 2003 in Northern Arizona! And yes they were, nice people!

You know where you are because you know where you are not. Your destination is yet to be written. Each day, each step a riddle unfurling like a fiddlehead warmed by springs' gaze. As you go forward traveling to places that ignite dreams, it's worth remembering, we are your fellowship. Steadfast. Constant. Faithful.

You know where you are because you know where you have been and who's behind you.

It's worth remembering, there are "nice Indians behind you!"

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Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Revolutions

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Revolutions and resolve circle overhead like a Raven on the hunt for their next tasty morsal. I circumnavigate a path only in its newness through my eyes. Many shadow the same passageway. We orbit. We pass time. We celebrate the day of our birth. We make resolutions crowded with hope, hungry for change.

The world says I have been 56 years old for 361 days. In other words, today I am 56 years, 11 months, and 28 days old, and I am in my 57th year since I first took breath. Shortly I will start my 58th year. Not that I want to rush but accurate reckonings have been circling overhead.

As I approach the start of a new revolution and celebrate the end of my 57th year with 57 candles. I am resolved to no longer cry over spoiled milk.

Tuesday, January 21, 2025

Word Flu

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When a word spreads through a society like a contagion, infecting our ears, our thoughts and conversations with their drumming numbing elixir of poisonous intoxication.

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Thursday, January 16, 2025

Remain Calm

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Sometimes I feel like we're in the middle of a lake in a miniature rowboat, rowing across a vast expanse in a fierce thunderstorm. The wind howls, the water churns, tossing us every which way. Then someone in the boat stands up, flails their arms, and screams we're all going to die. 

And I keep having to yell over the snarling waves, you have one job right now and that's to sit down, hold on, remain calm.

Remain calm! You've got this!

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Sunday, January 12, 2025

What is Wellness

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The darkness is passing. The light from the sun returns slow and steady, reaching farther over the tree tops each day. Wellness at latitude 61.2 North is an obscure concept wrapped in shadows in the winter and overpowering light in the summer. Light and dark rule our sense of wellbeing with unyielding extremes. Forty-five years living in Alaska from the northern most village of Utqiagvik to our state’s largest city of Anchorage, it is with confidence I say wellness is found in the daily amount of vitamin D and C intake, with a moderate dose of B12 for good measure.

Wellness at this latitude suggests being mindful of how the bodies production of serotonin and melatonin affect us physically and psychologically. The extremes of balance between light and dark will change how you conduct your daily life, awareness is a step forward in maintaining healthy stability.

Wellness is found by embracing the seasons of lightness and darkness with an acceptance where no amount of bargaining, wishing or coercion can change this state of existence as long as I choose to live here. The psychology of positive thinking; the mind/body connection says “we’ve got to believe” that in the moments of darkness there will again be light, a trick of the mind some might say. By accepting this reality, the negative manifestation of external stress becomes manageable. Along with a winter trip outside to Hawai’i. Toes in a warm sandy beach, the ocean waves in rhythm drowning others distractions. Sunlight in your eyes and vitamin D through your skin – this could be the good life – that’s it I’m moving. Ha – I’ve strayed off topic. What are we talking about? Oh, yes, wellness.

Wellness is used as a buzzword without a clear definition of an axiom. Is wellness a commodity which society is currently selling? How much will it cost the individual, in their dollar tools, their time, or their self-esteem?

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Thursday, January 9, 2025

Truth of Consequence

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Truth of Consequence (yes of not or)

Jumping jumbled opinions surrounded by the "look here... no wait... look here," moving from one disjointed thought to another are diversion tactics not unlike the trickery sleight of hand of a master magician. When we blindly listen to loosely connected ideas we can more easily be swept away in the torrent of misinformation.

In order to make sense of what is truth and what is merely a plausible falsehood, our due diligence requires that the information and details that we are presented with be broken down into individual segments. Individual ideals or dogmas that can be further explored and researched in order to uncover truths that we are willing to accept.

Critical thinking is the foundation with which we are able to explore "what is truth?" without letting another person’s paradigm of a belief system interfere with the process.

Oh, and it is a known fact that you can't possibly be lied to if you are also listening to classical music.

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Monday, January 6, 2025

Vanquishing Formidable Foes

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English, in its written form, has been my nemesis since second grade. On the other hand, oral rhetoric has in no way been problematic for me, just ask my grandpa, I can talk the cows ears off and drive them to the yonder field with numerous words as sharp as a dog’s snarl.

The written concept of the English language can dish it out and I will volley my best return. I aim to vanquish this formidable foe. Even the naysaying poetry workshop instructor can take their best jab at shooting down my satellite. I intend to remain in orbit.

Oh, and I almost forgot, although I actually try quite hard to do just that, forget. Forget my seventh grade English class filled with the mortifying comments by Mr. Shea. The public shaming of my spelling skills set me on a long path of self-doubt as a writer.

Time to pay homage to what was misplaced through the years. It is time to seek the long-desired degree. Bachelors of Arts in Creative Writing and English, I see you!

I will vanquish this formidable foe!

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Thursday, January 2, 2025

Icefog

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Through the dense layer of icefog we see neither tree nor beast. It is only when we toil to climb the hills that the stars come into view.


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