Never Choose To Show Others They Are Insignificant

Choices speak louder than words, so never choose by your actions to show someone that they are insignificant.  You have no way of knowing how much pain you may cause in the heart of another by doing so ~ Paulissaism

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Fostering Humanity ©2012 Paulissa Kipp

© 2012 by Paulissa Kipp

I am a Curious Lens Goddess, Writer and Artist documenting the world – the beautiful, curious and often overlooked.  I see the infinitely layered world not only with my eyes, but most importantly, with my heart. Find me on Google+:  https://plus.google.com/116071275946594200077?rel=author

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I Do Not Have To Earn Love

I do not have to earn love, I am lovable because I
exist. Others reflect the love I have for myself ~ Paulissaism

© 2012 by Paulissa Kipp

I am a Curious Lens Goddess, Writer and Artist documenting the world – the beautiful, curious and often overlooked.  I see the infinitely layered world not only with my eyes, but most importantly, with my heart. Find me on Google+:  https://plus.google.com/116071275946594200077?rel=author

 

No Penny For Your thoughts

Fostering Humanity ©2012 Paulissa Kipp

Each of us, in our own way, has a need for validation.  A need to be able to own his or her own thoughts without fear of another trying to buy those thoughts via influence, coercion or condescension.  Our thoughts are priceless and not for sale.  Even in disagreement, no one has the right to buy our thoughts.  Instead, present the evidence, allow us to sift through the shifting sands, take what we need and come to our own conclusions without trying to impose your value upon our thoughts.  ~Paulissaism

© 2012 by Paulissa Kipp

I am a Curious Lens Goddess, Writer and Artist documenting the world – the beautiful, curious and often overlooked.  I see the infinitely layered world not only with my eyes, but most importantly, with my heart. Find me on Google+:  https://plus.google.com/116071275946594200077?rel=author

Strength & Gentleness

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I stopped along the way to take a moment to sit and pray. What should I find looking at me but a strong and gentle soul asking “Do you see?” ~Paulissaism

© 2012 by Paulissa Kipp

I am a Curious Lens Goddess, Writer and Artist documenting the world – the beautiful, curious and often overlooked.  I see the infinitely layered world not only with my eyes, but most importantly, with my heart. Find me on Google+:  https://plus.google.com/116071275946594200077?rel=author

Whiter Shade

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Whiter shade of pale
Vibrant colors bleed slowly
Screaming bullets fly

© 2012 by Paulissa Kipp

I am a Curious Lens Goddess, Writer and Artist documenting the world – the beautiful, curious and often overlooked.  I see the infinitely layered world not only with my eyes, but most importantly, with my heart. Find me on Google+:  https://plus.google.com/116071275946594200077?rel=author

Enough of Depression

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This message brought to you by. . .Depression.  I struggle from time to time with depression.  Even when not readily visible, it lurks in the shadows ready to remind me that self-care and self-love are vital.  Depression is a multi-faceted experience.  It is a word with multiple meanings and the experience varies widely from person to person.  The stigma of depression is very real and palpable.  Bias abounds.  Those who have not experienced depression believe they have the magic pill for we who DO experience it.  If we only _________ enough, everything will be fine.  Suck it up, everyone has tough days.  Sure, everyone has tough days but for those of us with depression, a tough day might mean that we have spent the entire day running through our coping mechanisms to no avail, reached out to people for support and be abandoned in mid-sentence because the listener is “too busy” or we need too much.  A bad day for the depressed might mean a day of tears, screaming, cutting, violence, suicidal ideation or homicidal ideation.  A bad day is not simply a bad day as non-sufferers think.

The hazard of recovery is that one’s needs are poo-pooed.  Recovery occurs at varying rates.  What gets lost in translation is that triggers always remain and will sometimes appear when we least expect them.  Recovery does not mean never experiencing a panic attack again, never being overwhelmed by internal or external forces.  Recovery means self-awareness and reduced frequency of crises.

Therefore, the hazard is the ENOUGH of depression.  Where is the healthy side of enough?

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Enough of Depression

DEPRESSION
A rut
A period of time

An economic downturn
A time of sadness or challenge

ENOUGH
A feeling of being satisfied
A lack of need
The convergence of depression and enough brings stigma
If we simply prayed enough
Played enough
Slept enough
Believed enough
Were enough
Everything would be OK
If we just
ENOUGH    
© 2012 by Paulissa Kipp
I am a Curious Lens Goddess, Writer and Artist documenting the world – the beautiful, curious and often overlooked.  I see the infinitely layered world not only with my eyes, but most importantly, with my heart. Find me on Google+https://plus.google.com/116071275946594200077?rel=author

Meeting Andy

Allow me to introduce you to Andy. Andy is 60 years old, mentally handicapped and homeless. He chain smokes like a chimney, walks everywhere and nearly always has a handshake and a smile. He attends my church and is perhaps the closest to God of anyone I know. His litany of prayers for everyone often irritate other members who literally roll their eyes or nod off during his offering of prayers. I often think to myself “He is likely closer to God than the rest of us, because he is more conscious of God’s grace and is the most thankful for it.”
I ran into Andy yesterday when I was working on a paper at my local diner. He stopped to say hello and slid into the booth and bought me a cup of coffee. I thanked him and he told me “You’re always so nice to me. It’s good to have good friends.” He asked me if I would take his picture and promised not to break the camera because “people say I’m ugly, but I think I’m nice”.
How I wish the camera could show his heart – it is so big.
© 2012 by Paulissa Kipp
I am a Curious Lens Goddess, Writer and Artist documenting the world – the beautiful, curious and often overlooked.  I see the infinitely layered world not only with my eyes, but most importantly, with my heart. Find me on Google+:  https://plus.google.com/116071275946594200077?rel=author

Inherit The Wind


Inherit The Wind

Longing inspires many things – stories, poems, songs, journeys and from time to time – leaps into the vast unknown.  Longing gnaws, knocks and batters the heart and mind until the only thing left is change or acceptance.  So it is with the longing I have carried in my heart from my early years to know my biological father.  I didn’t know my father, except in name.  Many decades of feeling incomplete have been endured due to a young woman, a war (Vietnam) and circumstances that no one could foresee.

It was the early 60s. Wayne was from a small town, the new kid in town getting training in mechanics through the Manpower program.  She was a young waitress.  Every morning for a year, they met over coffee, greasy eggs, crispy hash browns and toast.  The handsome, genuine eyes, genuine laugh and smile and calming ways drew Carole in.  He in turn found her interest in learning about the world somewhere, anywhere else charming.

When he asked her for a date somewhere other than the diner, she was surprised to find no hesitation.  Laughter, cruising and dancing became a regular event.  Winter turned into spring and the winds of war blew.  He weighed the value of marriage vs the call of country and honoring his military heritage.  Why not both, Wayne asked himself. With a simple gold band and a few dollars, he proposed and to his surprise, she said yes.  Carole began planning a small wedding:  justice of the peace, a simple dress and a few friends and family.  One day the calls, visits to the diner and surprise visits stopped.  Carole asked herself what she had done wrong; they hadn’t argued.  She slowly gave up her dreams – until the letter came.  “Dear Carole, I know that you may not understand my choice and I don’t expect you to forgive me. My country needs me and I need to serve it.  My draft notice arrived last week. I didn’t know how to tell you.  I hope you will wait for me so we can resume our lives when I get back.”

Carole folded and refolded the letter, rubbing her swollen belly.  She didn’t know if he would make it back, so what was the purpose of writing back? In fact, it would only hurt her more.  Her child would be born with a father in name only.  When her baby girl was born, she contacted Wayne’s parents to let them know about the arrival of their 1st grandchild.  She heard nothing.

The pressures of being a young, unwed waitress caught up with Carole and she decided that her baby girl would be best served by being raised by her maternal grandparents.  Her role was relegated to that of a family friend.

FAST FORWARD TO 6 MONTHS AGO

*I decided to attempt to find my biological father for the purpose of knowing his medical history.  I have reached a point at which answering “I don’t know” to a whole battery of family risk factors is too uncomfortable not to make the attempt.  I believe I have found him.  I have contacted him with my name, my mother’s and grandparent’s names and photos of both him and my mom together and myself.  I don’t expect a relationship but even a small amount of information would help to fill in some blanks.  If nothing ensues, well I won’t know anything less than I do know.*  Why did I wait so long to try to find him?  Out of concern.  Not just concern about him rejected me but also a hesitation on my part to disrupt whatever family he may have raised by appearing unbidden on the scene.

This is my bold step and if nothing materializes, at least I tried and that is what counts.  What would longing make you do?

© 2012 by Paulissa Kipp

I am a Curious Lens Goddess, Writer and Artist documenting the world – the beautiful, curious and often overlooked.  I see the infinitely layered world not only with my eyes, but most importantly, with my heart. Find me on Google+:  https://plus.google.com/116071275946594200077?rel=author

You Are NOT Behind

Do not compare your blessings to another’s. You do not know where another had to venture before reaching their current destination. You are not behind. You are simply unfurling your beauty at your own pace and that is brave. You inspire the sun, the moon, the stars and the rainbows.

Now go and give yourself a hug, look in the mirror and tell yourself “I am brave and more than enough. My journey is made in each beautiful moment and cannot be rushed. Lessons and self-love cannot be rushed.” ~ Paulissaism

© 2012 by Paulissa Kipp

I am a Curious Lens Goddess, Writer and Artist documenting the world – the beautiful, curious and often overlooked.  I see the infinitely layered world not only with my eyes, but most importantly, with my heart. Find me on Google+:  https://plus.google.com/116071275946594200077?rel=author