When Faced with the Choice,
To live free or die chained
Whats the Choice you would Make?
Chains can be teathered to anything, Or anybody.
Which often happens even in the best of relationships.
When Faced with the Choice,
To Speak out, or Have a closed Mouth
Whats the Choice you Would Make?
Knowing that Words can get the best of us.
When Faced with the Choice,
To stand up or bare down
Whats the Choice you would Make?
Are you strong enough to Weather any storm, Tall?
We get faced with such questions Every day, in all moments, and for all different kinds of reasons.
We do not always make the best of choices. But Make the choice we feel to be right in the moment.
We are human, and its ok to make Mistakes, and its ok, to make a choice thats going to Change the path of LIFE.
We Are made by the Most precious Lord, and he has given us that right to decide.
Decide when to move on and let go
When to hold on and stay strong
When to fight a battle, or hide in plain sight
To pick our selves up when damaged or crumble at defeat.
To survive the good, the bad and the ugly of our very world.
To remember what Matters, and hold true to ourselves, placing faith in him.
To Remember What MATTERS.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Most People are perfectly afraid of Silence
love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
i do not know what it is about you that closes
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Was in the Mood to Quote A bit of E.E Cummings.
After All I started my own day this morning, Writing a few off the cuff poems. Here in this very blog. Good? Eh Maybe they are. Who Am I to tell, But be it the Writer. Im Partial to my own work, MOST of the time, and Yet My biggest critic.
However, This entry is not about Me!
Cummings has such an ironic prose.
No two of his poems are close in style, except for the fact, they are just all distinct and odd. Perfectly matched to my crazy Family. And For this days purpose, His Words have stuck with me, in reguards to our littlest Girl! Sophie, with her tiny hands and feet! (currently she wears the same shoe size as Ryan) 4 Sizes Smaller then her sister. So tiny, so cute. So Special, to us! The Quotes above SING Sophie, Sing how I feel! Explain Joy and Love, and something special.
We Got a great report today from her teacher, during our Conference. Sophie "mothers" the Boys in her class, sticks to their side, and leaves the Girls to ummmmm fend for themselves. Our Girl, Is a Boys Girl. From the Blue socks and "cars" themed Rainboots she wears everyday, to the pony tail-less look with her Super hero t-shirt wearing..My tomboy. Everything from the color of her dish, to the ball shes playing with, NO HAVE NO TRACE OF GIRLIE! Nailpolish, however, thats another story, she loves the stuff...any color, but mostly golds and black!
Sophie, has gone above and beyond where she started School in September, her vocabulary (asl) has bloomed, shes using her hands for everything, makes jokes, and plays games, yet According to Teacher Jessica, has been DRAWN into learning lately more about letters, and shapes. Her Coloring has changed,Its not just scribbles anymore. shes drawing actual figures now. Altho her batman she draws looks more like a Giant blueberry with devil horns ;) ;) LOVE HER!
She Enjoys getting different Jobs in Class, her favorite being Line leader, which solves the mystery sign of the last 2 weeks....I had NO IDEA what she was signing, its not like theres an app I can take a picture or video of her signing and ask for the translation....PLEASE! That would be awesome tho!
Teacher Jessica Also solved my mystery of her always signing RAT at odd times, Apparently its one of her classmates name signs, not that hes a rat, but that the name sign in super close. poor kid!
Shes listening well, following directions, has friends, Her teachers adore her. Shes Picky, she likes things HER way, even in class, but, they are still thrilled to have her each day. And Are surprised when I tell them shes been bullying her poor little brother! (acting out since Dads been gone)
Sophie even...showed Them that Her parents are NOT crazy in thinking theres some Sounds she can hear in her right ear, BY covering up and making an "its too loud" face, when an other classmate was flipping out screaming and crying and sitting next to her! OOO and this was WHILE SHE DIDNT HAVE ANY SOUND PROCESSOR TURNED ON!!!!
Thinking for sure we now need to make that ENT appt to see if we can have a Hearing aid fitted for that ear. IN hopes she will get more sound, NOT enough, but more, and then Prompt her to use the Cochlear implanted side, processor. Which by the way, she still hates...We all agree that sometimes Deafies decide early on in their life which form of communication they prefer, and are comfortable using. And ASL right now is Sophies Choice. It can, and May change especially when shes older and making her choice on if she wants to attend a mainstream school with Em and Ry...or she may Always want to use her first Language! And Here in this family, in this house! THAT IS A OK! We must remember, that just because she was implanted, doesnt make her now a Hearing person. She is still and will forever be Deaf! Nothing wrong with that. Shes Blosoomed into an amazing bright and funny little Monster ;) Average super kid. Makes up for her lack of hearing...in Ways We as Adults Will never be able to do! And too me, thats SO magical! She Is happy, healthy, expressive, communicates, shares stories, jokes around, plays games, LIVES LIFE! And We are proud. Sophia Gabrielle, Just loves her quite World.
"Most People Are Perfectly afraid of Silence" E.E Cummings
Yea Well
She...Embraces it!
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me
understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all
rosesnobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Was in the Mood to Quote A bit of E.E Cummings.
After All I started my own day this morning, Writing a few off the cuff poems. Here in this very blog. Good? Eh Maybe they are. Who Am I to tell, But be it the Writer. Im Partial to my own work, MOST of the time, and Yet My biggest critic.
However, This entry is not about Me!
Cummings has such an ironic prose.
No two of his poems are close in style, except for the fact, they are just all distinct and odd. Perfectly matched to my crazy Family. And For this days purpose, His Words have stuck with me, in reguards to our littlest Girl! Sophie, with her tiny hands and feet! (currently she wears the same shoe size as Ryan) 4 Sizes Smaller then her sister. So tiny, so cute. So Special, to us! The Quotes above SING Sophie, Sing how I feel! Explain Joy and Love, and something special.
We Got a great report today from her teacher, during our Conference. Sophie "mothers" the Boys in her class, sticks to their side, and leaves the Girls to ummmmm fend for themselves. Our Girl, Is a Boys Girl. From the Blue socks and "cars" themed Rainboots she wears everyday, to the pony tail-less look with her Super hero t-shirt wearing..My tomboy. Everything from the color of her dish, to the ball shes playing with, NO HAVE NO TRACE OF GIRLIE! Nailpolish, however, thats another story, she loves the stuff...any color, but mostly golds and black!
Sophie, has gone above and beyond where she started School in September, her vocabulary (asl) has bloomed, shes using her hands for everything, makes jokes, and plays games, yet According to Teacher Jessica, has been DRAWN into learning lately more about letters, and shapes. Her Coloring has changed,Its not just scribbles anymore. shes drawing actual figures now. Altho her batman she draws looks more like a Giant blueberry with devil horns ;) ;) LOVE HER!
She Enjoys getting different Jobs in Class, her favorite being Line leader, which solves the mystery sign of the last 2 weeks....I had NO IDEA what she was signing, its not like theres an app I can take a picture or video of her signing and ask for the translation....PLEASE! That would be awesome tho!
Teacher Jessica Also solved my mystery of her always signing RAT at odd times, Apparently its one of her classmates name signs, not that hes a rat, but that the name sign in super close. poor kid!
Shes listening well, following directions, has friends, Her teachers adore her. Shes Picky, she likes things HER way, even in class, but, they are still thrilled to have her each day. And Are surprised when I tell them shes been bullying her poor little brother! (acting out since Dads been gone)
Sophie even...showed Them that Her parents are NOT crazy in thinking theres some Sounds she can hear in her right ear, BY covering up and making an "its too loud" face, when an other classmate was flipping out screaming and crying and sitting next to her! OOO and this was WHILE SHE DIDNT HAVE ANY SOUND PROCESSOR TURNED ON!!!!
Thinking for sure we now need to make that ENT appt to see if we can have a Hearing aid fitted for that ear. IN hopes she will get more sound, NOT enough, but more, and then Prompt her to use the Cochlear implanted side, processor. Which by the way, she still hates...We all agree that sometimes Deafies decide early on in their life which form of communication they prefer, and are comfortable using. And ASL right now is Sophies Choice. It can, and May change especially when shes older and making her choice on if she wants to attend a mainstream school with Em and Ry...or she may Always want to use her first Language! And Here in this family, in this house! THAT IS A OK! We must remember, that just because she was implanted, doesnt make her now a Hearing person. She is still and will forever be Deaf! Nothing wrong with that. Shes Blosoomed into an amazing bright and funny little Monster ;) Average super kid. Makes up for her lack of hearing...in Ways We as Adults Will never be able to do! And too me, thats SO magical! She Is happy, healthy, expressive, communicates, shares stories, jokes around, plays games, LIVES LIFE! And We are proud. Sophia Gabrielle, Just loves her quite World.
"Most People Are Perfectly afraid of Silence" E.E Cummings
Yea Well
She...Embraces it!
dearest Friends
I Write this For you my friend, My Dearest of All Friends.
I have never left you for I care For you
But Sullen have my days been, They are blue.
I fear theres nothing much to do.
Still, You, My Dearest Friend, Have remained So true.
The Sea to which I travel upon,
Has taken My Soul, Oh yes Its Gone.
Teathered and Tattered beaten Aboard.
Longing now to See the shore.
Still, you, My dearest Friend, Do Implore.
For You seek to find me Refuge
But You See, I need not Rescued
I Have Faith In my Lord God
Find Comfort in our Bond
Still, you, My dearest Friend, have abscond
Once again I must Rise up, Must have Hope
I refuse to Walk around and Mope
I have inner strength to get through
Even now without you
My Friend, My dearest of All Friends
I have never left you for I care For you
But Sullen have my days been, They are blue.
I fear theres nothing much to do.
Still, You, My Dearest Friend, Have remained So true.
The Sea to which I travel upon,
Has taken My Soul, Oh yes Its Gone.
Teathered and Tattered beaten Aboard.
Longing now to See the shore.
Still, you, My dearest Friend, Do Implore.
For You seek to find me Refuge
But You See, I need not Rescued
I Have Faith In my Lord God
Find Comfort in our Bond
Still, you, My dearest Friend, have abscond
Once again I must Rise up, Must have Hope
I refuse to Walk around and Mope
I have inner strength to get through
Even now without you
My Friend, My dearest of All Friends
Silent nights
Silent nights
Oh So Cold
Laying there
All Alone
Silent nights
In the dark
As I start
To Drift
Silent nights
From Dusk to Dawn
Im on my own
Waiting for my Soldier
To come back home.
From Dusk To Dawn
I see his face
In these Children
We made
I hear his laugh
In their Every task
His Laugh
Silent Nights
But I sing a tune
To the moon
Blue Moon
Silent Nights
Are Gone
Too Soon
Morning Children!
Oh So Cold
Laying there
All Alone
Silent nights
In the dark
As I start
To Drift
Silent nights
From Dusk to Dawn
Im on my own
Waiting for my Soldier
To come back home.
From Dusk To Dawn
I see his face
In these Children
We made
I hear his laugh
In their Every task
His Laugh
Silent Nights
But I sing a tune
To the moon
Blue Moon
Silent Nights
Are Gone
Too Soon
Morning Children!
Friday, February 8, 2013
la la la! Ooooo! hmm!
Everybody travels down the path they least likely wanted
Everybody has a moment of weakness
Everybody sees, trouble trouble trouble
Everybody tries to forget.
How can we grow, Up! Knowing How life goes?
How Can we trust our own Hearts and Mind?
Forget the Past, Forgetting our Woes, leaving the bitter, out in the Cold.
Seeking New Shelter, in the Storms path
Knowing the pain, is from, our own personal Wrath
Taking forgranted, The life we perserved
Who who who whooo Are We?
why Must we be, leading a life not free.
Anchored down, by our regrets, Anchored down, By our own mouths.
Gasping for air, as we try to untie.
When Will we see, A difference?
And Will it be Right?
Taking our Chances, yet We are holding tight.
Often
Leaving
A
Piece
Of
Us
Behind.
A Piece of our hearts, A piece of our Reason.
Who we once were, and Who we've become, Is never the same, as who we will be
Still
Do we really Change?
Are We stuck with our Simple Brains?
Adapting our sorrows, morals, and life, to the outside Changes?
So
We
Wonder
So
We
Ponder
So
We
Wait
For
A
New
Chapter.
la la la la, la la la la la, La la la llaaalllaaa
oooooo, ooo, oooooOooo, mmmhmmmhmmmmmhmmm
Everybody has a moment of weakness
Everybody sees, trouble trouble trouble
Everybody tries to forget.
How can we grow, Up! Knowing How life goes?
How Can we trust our own Hearts and Mind?
Forget the Past, Forgetting our Woes, leaving the bitter, out in the Cold.
Seeking New Shelter, in the Storms path
Knowing the pain, is from, our own personal Wrath
Taking forgranted, The life we perserved
Who who who whooo Are We?
why Must we be, leading a life not free.
Anchored down, by our regrets, Anchored down, By our own mouths.
Gasping for air, as we try to untie.
When Will we see, A difference?
And Will it be Right?
Taking our Chances, yet We are holding tight.
Often
Leaving
A
Piece
Of
Us
Behind.
A Piece of our hearts, A piece of our Reason.
Who we once were, and Who we've become, Is never the same, as who we will be
Still
Do we really Change?
Are We stuck with our Simple Brains?
Adapting our sorrows, morals, and life, to the outside Changes?
So
We
Wonder
So
We
Ponder
So
We
Wait
For
A
New
Chapter.
la la la la, la la la la la, La la la llaaalllaaa
oooooo, ooo, oooooOooo, mmmhmmmhmmmmmhmmm
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