Dreams No Longer Captive

Monday Musing

There have been a lot of deaths in our family (ies) lately. February alone saw three.

Even though I know, pets and other animals are not the same as humans; they can get under your skin and become a part of your family.

We had a beautiful cat show up at our house Thursday. It curled up in a soft chair we have outside and seemed to be chilling. We knew something was wrong though because it barely moved when we passed it by. I prayed mightily for the poor thing.

This cat did not become a part of our family. I noticed on Friday it seemed to be weakening and put some food out for it. Nevertheless, it passed away.

I have had so many struggles lately, and the cat seemed to me to be a symbol of all that’s been happening. In addition, when it died, I cried buckets. I am even now, as I write this, and I didn’t even know the cat.

There is a medicine I have been taking for close to 10 years. Originally, the prescription was for PTSD, depression and anxiety.  As time went on and I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and a myriad of other physical maladies, it was an antidote for those, too.

I noticed, however, that I have been having a lot of weird, strange and bothersome (translated painful) symptoms-all random and without logic.

I decided to start investigating the medicine.

WOW, double, triple and higher WOW.

This drug is insidious. There have been NO trials on long-term effects. The manufacturer even lied about parts of the minuscule, virtually non-existent trial studies. Still the FDA approved it for consumption.

Now that it has been on the market for 10 +/- years, people are discovering more and more disconcerting and unsettling information. In fact, one forum I found had several Drs’ comments and without fail, they said this was a sinister, ominous and evil drug.

The really bad part is the withdrawal-it causes psychosis, severe depression, severe pain and lots and lots of other symptoms with no way to alleviate or mitigate them. So, guess what? I came off and brother what a pain-literally and figuratively.

Instantly, I started having horrible, horrible symptoms and MAJOR depression manifestations.

So, the poor cat dying was sort of the last straw. It didn’t help that just before that I received a copy of a DVD memorial of my Dad—I picked a bad time to quit!

I am having an extremely terrible time. I want to scream, hit things and break something. I am trying HARD not to let things get the best of me.

So, dear friends (and a few laughing enemies!) I am going to pour myself into my blog-get ready for a real, raw, random and hilarious ride.

Scream

Easter blog

Trying my hand at poetry-something I haven’t done for years. This poem sort of wrote itself. It is short but what I desperately need to embrace and believe.

Safe under the Shepherd’s arm

Covering, protecting from all harm.

Like a gentle mother hen

Guarding her little chicklings.

Thank you, Lord, for saving me.

Thank you, Lord, for sheltering me

Thank you, Lord, for life sacrificed on a tree

Thank you, Lord, I worship Thee.

 

Shepherd for poem

Good Friday

Katherine’s soft exhale sent the dandelion fluff dancing on the current of air, but it didn’t bring the anticipated relief.

. . . Seeds-that’s all they were. Seeds that brought unwanted weeds when they matured. Just like her life.

Unwanted. Unwelcome. Unsung.

At least by the one person who mattered the most while she was growing up.

. . . It was time to put the past behind her. . .and somehow Katherine had to survive.”

Katherine Galloway is working hard to care for her two daughters and a boarding house after her husband’s death, when life goes from tough to hopelessly unbearable for the single Mom in 1860′s Oregon.

The very last thing Katherine needs or wants is a visit from her overbearing, authoritarian mother but not only does her mother visit-she decides to move in. Katherine has felt she never lived up to her mother’s expectations and the constant nitpicking seems to just further drive the point home.

Micah Jacobs, a widower, recently moved to Baker City, Oregon. He started a livery business in hopes of getting his teenage son, Zachary, away from books and into a trade. After all, at 15, Zachary should know books were not the answer; besides, their family had a history of working with their hands not their minds.

Both main characters have to deal with seemingly insurmountable odds but face similar situations in very different ways; one turning to God for hope and consolation, the other turning from God with animosity and resentment.

Miralee Ferrell does a masterful job of showing life from both sides of the coin as daughter and mother struggle to understand each other, father and son pursue different paths in life and boarders come to the realization of God’s love. She skillfully weaves an emotional story with romance in Blowing on Dandelions, book one in the Love Blossoms in Oregon series.

“Dandelions” is an enlightening and encouraging book for anyone who has struggled with an overbearing person(s) in their lives.

The author includes a chat, discussion questions and historical notes at the end of the book. She also includes a first chapter teaser of the series second book, Wishing on Buttercups.

A copy of this book was provided by bookfun.org in exchange for my honest review.  The opinions are my own and no compensation was given.

I have posted this on the following sites:

Deeper Shopping, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, Books A Million, Goodreads, LibraryThing, Powell’s Books and other sites too numerous to mention.

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Yesterday was the beginning of Holy Week. I have to admit that I love this week because of the ebb and flow of emotions it produces within me. I love bringing myself back in time as I ponder the events of Jesus’s journey back to the Father’s right hand.

In church, we celebrated Palm Sunday. Hosanna’s sung to our King filled the air, and you could feel the excitement as we sang praises. The sermon, while always packed with a wonderful message (one that even keeps you from dozing week after week), was especially riveting. Pastor was able to transport me back to the triumphant entry of my Savior and into the heart of Jesus as Holy Week began to unfold.

 Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches…

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