It is what it is

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From the child dressed in dungarees
the innocence of young
knowing nothing of what life held
My dreams yet to be unfolded
like fresh pressed sheets

How much was destiny, lessons being learnt
only to reach a juncture, the unresolved
bring questioned, my steps not solidified
Did I think I’d ever lose my way

To let it be, casting away shadows of doubt
guilt, seeking equilibrium, that I have
captured glimpses and moments of
I want paragraphs, books filled

I share with most I do not know
taking kindness from their hearts
words that encourage, this is who I
a bundle of emotions grown out of
dungarees and yet I meander

Do others cry to be heard
I wish not for pity, I jump these hurdles
striving for an end, the runner with a cause
simply let me reach the finish line

copyright JMTacken 22.6.14

Caged

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you are trapped within
this wrought iron cage
not gilded, movements
stalking animal
wary, cautious
cannot turn
can I buy the key
does anyone have the key
unlock the padlock
let you find the light
return to who I knew

the torrent of your thoughts
twisting within your head
calm to manic – seconds
I don’t know if I can
my arms not long enough
to reach – placate
management not decisive
I run out of strength

the wheels rolled
your anger matched
journey we traveled
too much to bare
I stopped the car
returning home you
angry as before
where do I find the key
or give you strength
to bend the bars

copyright JMTacken 15.4.2014

so how do I feel at 11pm Monday night?

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fried flipped eggs
not so sunny side
RattliNg & a Roooooolling
thrown dice across the felt
KrrrThUMP
it goes again
rope twisting tight
pillow scrunched
punched and tossed
night after night after night
covers up and
covers down
cover head
sleep in tablets
Krrrrrthump
exhale ~ inhale
worked the once
three little pigs
huffing puffing
every breath
moody ~ edgy ~ snappy me
sorry no sorry
apologies apologies
soap powder spills
swear words screamed
KrrrtThumP
tumble dryer
dripping tap
ruminating brain
inside/outside
need some air
wired tightrope
neurobiological
engine stuck in gear
Grrrrrrrind

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock update

2 days and a few hours to go my dear friends.

I have spent since Thursday, writing, re-writing and reading the Service.

Saturday morning I visited the local Health Food Shop,  I was suffering anxiety badly. My chest and diaphragm were in knots continually.  I now have a Flower Essence spray and some wonderful herbal tablets that I actually believe are working and if they are only a placebo….I’m running with it.

It took me over  two and a half hours to ask the relevant questions and 10 hours to write the Eulogy and possibly tomorrow when I read it again,  I shall tweak a few words and lines here and there.

I am so very happy though, as this afternoon I had to read it through to one of the family members (the daughter-in-law).  This was needed in case any of my scribbled notes needed any adjustment.  When I had finished, there was silence on the end of the phone. My stomach dropped. I then said that is the completion…waiting for her to say something, then she did..

“I am crying, that was so lovely. It was wonderful”. She went on to say ” I am glad that I heard it now, if I would have heard it for the first time on Wednesday, I would be a mess”.

Do you know how I felt when she said those words?  I don’t think I can even explain at this point.

So now I go over and over and read and read in the hope of memorising some of it. Hope that my legs don’t collapse under me , or I run out of the Chapel,  arms flapping in the air throwing the script to the ground yelling “I can’t… I can’t” on Wednesday.

Sorry once again for not being able to read and comment on posts, but this is so much in my head, that my muse has now gone on vacation.

Normal services (pardon that pun) will resume by Wednesday night if I’m not sitting in a corner somewhere, drink in hand.

xx

 

 

Exciting news…possibly?

Dear Readers,

I haven’t been able to post prolifically as I have done of late as I am a tad under pressure at the moment.

Over the next few days,  well up to my Tuesday of next week at least I will need all your rousing support of  YOU CAN DO THIS!

Yesterday I got a phone call …. yes THE phone call from the F.D Home (the guy that let me see his other 2 Celebrants in action) and yes readers… next Wednesday at 12pm, I will conducting my first Funeral Service.

I can see you all smile..can you see me grimace??

I have my list of questions, it is a phone interview unless this changes tonight and I see the next of kin over the weekend. However there is a little time limit, so I must get everything prepared, gather the information, write-up the service, ritual (if any), find out other speakers all within the next few days.

Now most of you know me – do you think I wasn’t a nervous wreck all yesterday and throughout the night thinking of this… well for those who don’t ~ I was.

So this is what I shall be concentrating on, I maybe able to slip in some prose, but if I don’t or if I am unable to read your posts and comment PLEASE forgive me as this is now taking precedent.

That’s all I wanted to say, just be behind me, telling me I will be fine (which will all be ignored on Wednesday at 11.55am)

 

xx

 

 

 

 

 

Liptember – Awareness for mental health issues for women *HELP*

PLEASE RE- BLOG   Shaun from http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com has kindly and generously written a blog for Liptember to help Kayla raise funds for the fight against Mental Illness. He has donated recently, as have a few of my readers. Please read and if you can donate (for those that haven’t already) we would be most grateful. Thank You!    We now have a Pay Pal address for those who have had difficulty donating – thank you.      

PAY PAL EMAIL ADDRESS IS :-    sillylilly_44@hotmail.com.   Please put in the description Liptember on behalf of Kayla.  THANK YOU!

 

This is my comment on Shaun’s post.

Shaun,

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart and Kayla’s for doing this HELP Blog for Mental illness, as you have written quite rightly, it is an invisible disease.
These young girls who suffer need help with funding to try and find reasoning/cures as to why they are afflicted. So many suffer and answers need to be found in order to help them. The only solution at present is to go on medication to relieve the symptoms of depression or anxiety. I as a mother, Kayla’s mother do not want my daughter on medication. All mothers and fathers assume that because their child is born physically healthy that nothing will effect them mentally. I did not know when she was born healthy, that later on in her young adult life she would then suffer from these conditions, she is 27 years old.

I ask, your readers if they are able to donate to help fight this to try and find an answer.

Please remember to put that it is on behalf of Kayla.

If you require a tax receipt, please email the Liptember Foundation and request one. If the direct link to Kayla does not work, please forward to the banking details that are above.

Thank you Shaun so very much for spreading the word in trying to help not only my daughter, but for millions of girls, young women and adults all over the world.

PS: Could I please ask if you donate to also let Shaun or I know as Kayla would very much like to thank you all in a post and your links to your site will be included in the thank you.
Jenny
xx

Believing

can you see the strength inside of you
you are the rock imbedded in the sandy soil not
swaying with self doubt whilst water washes over you

you are the sturdy tree in the forest
tall and solid that holds the canopy aloft
standing fast, nothing bending your resolve

but how shall I convince you; what words will
penetrate the rock that is you; for you are
stubborn as the water that tries to break it down

it's about belief - in yourself
it's about trust - in yourself
it's about optimism

breathe a little

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do not preempt with sleepless nights
or days cast in shadows
what has not yet befallen you
seeing will be when it arrives
and not a moment sooner

never a moment sooner

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The Liptember cause (see link below) that Kayla (my daughter) is raising monies for, is still going. Those of you who have kindly donated we thank you.  As yet they do not have a link on line for overseas donations, so if you would like to donate please do to the below bank account details…and please let me know if you have donated, so that we can publicly thank you.

Supporting Australian Womens Mental Health

https://www.liptember.com.au/kayla.tacken

Liptember Foundation
Commonwealth Bank of Australia
BSB: 062 000
Acc no: 1390 1111

Thoughts, doubts and a little anxiety

We have been home 1 day, I think I have already settled into a routine of sorts, not that I really had one.

I am feeling quite anxious though, in fact I realised it the moment we started our holiday.

Tightness around the chest mainly and feelings of “hell can I do this – I mean really”. No, I’m not talking about the holiday, that part was easy.  As you may or may not know I completed the 2 day Celebrant’s course and have the piece of paper saying that I completed the training and I can perform a funeral ceremony. Though I still have assignments, mainly answering and typing numerous questions to finish, plus having to make 2 DVD’s one with an audience of friends (as I doubt I can pull in anyone off the street for this). One without – don’t ask why I have no idea.

These though painful to do, I shall attempt, if only to gain self confidence in my ability and speaking. My anxiety is purely built around the ‘can I factor’.

There are no second chances when you say you are a Civil Celebrant and get that first call. From the moment you knock on the door of the grieving family to conduct the interview, to having the ability to handle relatives or friends that may stand up to speak, when the immediate family have said no. There will be the moment that I first walk into where the service is being held, not knowing how I will go, will I perform the ceremony with grace and professionalism that a grieving family can and should expect?

I know as with any ‘position’ that we take on in life — the first day is always the worst. Nerves will set in, but unlike sitting behind an office desk and fumbling my way through the day, this I cannot fumble with. I can’t allow nerves to take control, though I m sure my knees will be knocking behind the lectern.

I took on this career change initially, because I felt I was capable, but nerves can be terribly debilitating and even before I have finished the assignments or produced the DVD’s, my knees are knocking at the mere thought of performing something so desperately important as a service for a departed loved one.

Throughout the holiday, when I went to bed I would be rehearsing eulogies in my head.  This may sound strange to everyone, but I could not cease . I talked to Mr. S about it on the 3rd day and he tried to put my mind at ease. It worked for a short while, but the sleeplessness returned and I found myself exhaling deeply to try and get a grip on my anxiety.

I keep running scenarios through my head during the day – a eulogy for a child, for a suicide victim, for a still born baby, a long illness, a murder, an accident. There are so many that will require careful thought process in order to write a service that is fitting.  Perhaps I am jumping the gun a little and letting myself (as us humans do) get worked up prior to even trying.   There are also rituals that can be performed, the lighting of candles, releasing of doves or balloons. Allowing someone to play a musical instrument, placing items of farewell into the casket. Time restraints are also to be considered, a half hour service or longer depending on the amount of those who wish to speak. Knowing when the music or photo tribute is to begin, when to call the speakers up, at what suitable interval.  Not to rush when speaking (as this is what we have a tendency to do when we are nervous). To pause at the right intervals, to allow reflection.

I am not writing this for everyone that follows me to say – I will be fine – honestly I’m not, I’m writing to convince myself more than anything, that I shall be okay, that this is something I can do and by putting my thoughts on paper here, it helps me a little.

Below is a picture I took from our Hotel room in Cairns, I purposely woke at 6.30 to catch the sunrise over the mountain. After this photo I have written an introduction to a service that has been swirling around my head.

If this is something you cannot read I understand, hence putting it after the photo.

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The circle of life – we are conceived, we live and we die.

How many of us here today, have thought of what our reactions would be when we are faced with losing someone whom we love and cherish? To encounter a loss of a loved one is devastating and painful and how are we ‘supposed’ to manage, how brave can we be, how do we come to terms with it?

Each one of you will react differently and there is no right or wrong on how you grieve or for how long.

The question of why will be asked, why did he/she have to leave me, my life.

I wish there were answers for you, but there are none.

… played an important role in all your lives and this is proven by each and every one of you being here today, to remember, honour and celebrate his/her life.

Today you will need tissues, you may need the person next to you, a friend a relative or perhaps even a complete stranger to give you comfort, or you them. You will shed tears and do not be afraid to do so. For this is grieving and grief is not rational.  It can be overwhelming, sharp and lingering or it can make you feel numb.

As we look upon the life of … let us share stories and the shedding of tears and by gradually releasing the burden of grief through these memories of happy times and yes sad times, each and every one of you will hopefully draw further strength and solace from one another through this most difficult and painful time.

In the words of Rumi a Sufi poet – the soul flies out from the body at the time of death and lays the body aside like an old piece of clothing.

Dying is akin to a ship that sails and fades off into the horizon, we no longer see them from where we stand with the limit of our sight, but just as they fade from our view, someone will see them from their horizon and we know that their presence is nearer than we could ever imagine.

Be compassionate and understanding with those around you but in particular yourself. The pain of not having … in your life, will in time change and there are no time limits set.

We are grateful for the time we had with … rest often in this stillness and quiet strength as we say goodbye and wish … well on their journey.

Copyright
JMTacken
13.8.2013

For the Liptember Foundation

For those that have been kind enough to donate to the Liptember cause (see link below) that Kayla (my daughter) is raising monies for, please see the details below. As yet they do not have a link on line for overseas donations 😦 I know it’s messy this way, so I understand if it’s put in the ‘all too hard basket”.

https://www.liptember.com.au/kayla.tacken

Liptember Foundation
Commonwealth Bank of Australia
BSB: 062 000
Acc no: 1390 1111

We’re thrilled to have you on board and very impressed with your position on the leader board so early 😉

If your sponsors donate directly to the charity and receive a receipt, they can make a direct donation via bank deposit and notify us by email so we can issue them a receipt. We would then credit these donations to your profile.
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Hi All,

I have registered for Liptember – Please sponsor me or donate to the cause! Please go to the attached link- thank you SO MUCH!!!
https://www.liptember.com.au/kayla.tacken
Liptember is committed to raising funds and awareness for gender specific mental health issues for women.
Through a fun, fresh and engaging campaign, Liptember encourages women to openly communicate and familiarise themselves with gender specific mental health issues.
Please share and join to help raise money and awareness for Women’s Mental Health.
The rules are simple. A month is all it takes. Women participating in Liptember must wear the lipstick throughout September at work and when out and about.
Go to the web page: http://www.liptember.com.au/ to see full details.

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Please let me know if you have contributed – “We” thank you so very much for your kind support.

Wanting to fit

Greetings everyone. This weeks prompt pic is from Picture it and Write at Ermilia’s Blog here.

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Alexandria waited to come of age, she longed for the day when she could have her first ‘ink’.

Not having many friends throughout her school years, she was timid child and teenager, lacking the self-confidence of other girls her own age,  she so desperately wanted to fit in. Once she commenced college, her aim,  apart from trying to achieve the best possible marks, was the need to be one of the ‘cool’ group and having her unmarked porcelain skin woven with a tapestry of colour, she hoped that this would be her invitation into their fold, that she would be accepted,  that she would be one of them.

Alexandria felt alone, each night crying herself to sleep in the confines of her dark and silent bedroom she dreamt of having the friends she always wanted, but never had.

For when Alexandria looked in the mirror she didn’t see a pretty girl looking back at her, she had nice coloured hair, but she couldn’t see any beauty in her features, she felt herself too thin,  gangly and awkward . Her grades were always excellent, but lacking a social circle made her withdraw into her own small world too often than was healthy.  Her artwork changed that, each one gave her more confidence, each held a story that made her feel prettier than she had every thought she could be, and each more elaborate than the last. She was addicted to them as a heroin addict was addicted to their own brand of needle.

She would lie or sometimes sit crouched over the chair her arms folded in front of her in the Tattoo parlour, her back exposed and she dealt with the pain as the needle pierced her delicate skin for hours at a time, she accepted the redness and the swelling and applying the cream daily as to not let them become infected. She grew accustomed to the sting of the needle and with every one she had,  she wanted more.

Her parents hated them and tried in vain to talk her out of her constant obsession for marking.  There were arguments a plenty,  telling her that people would frown upon her and call her cheap or worse ‘sluttish’ for being branded.  Her mother pleaded constantly,  saying that although she may think that they were beautiful now,  how would she look in sixty years time when her skin started to wrinkle, when the colour faded, would they look so pretty then?

Alexandria knew she was not cheap or sluttish and she also knew this was only her parent’s way of trying to deter her, but she would not be dissuaded. She thought of when she would grow old and how her skin would wrinkle but she knew how proud she was of her markings now and knew as she aged that she would feel the same way. Proud that she was an individual, regardless of what others may say or think about her appearance.

For in her eyes, these are what made her beautiful, they were a stepping stone into a life that she wanted more than anything, to feel attractive, not to be ostracised because of her awkwardness or her timid nature, to have a sense of belonging. She was young and she lived for the here and now.

Yes, Alexandria marched to the beat of her own drum, regardless of her parents opinions. Her markings made her feel special and more alive than she thought possible. She cared not that she was changing herself, this is who she was and wanted to be.

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