(Dec. 23/17) “Silver S-Bells And The Generic Magic Of Hope!”

Hell-ho-ho-ho”, Wonderfuls! 🙂

Right off the bat(ty)—given recognition that the holidays can be a double-edged sword—here’s two helpings of inclusive context:

For starters, a nibble’s worth of un-seasoned food for thought for those laid low by Christmas hype:

Blimey, while having a melt-drown of epic propoor-(me)-shuns rational thought…

I’ve been arrested by a crime-me a (Willy Wonka chocolate) river…

And, absent enough focus on self-care,

I’m feeling the pinch of (Miami) Vice grip past-wells and jack(et) of all trades tea shirks.

Or, Terrifics, if you prefer a Christmas feast (your eyes on this winter class-sick (of lowered temperatures/tolerance already))

T’were the weeks signaling winter, when all through my home,

My only ambition was the impulse to moan.

As Me in My(self’s) kerchief,

And I in my cap,

Had just settled in for a long winter’s…crap!

(*What if the Remarkables don’t get that this double entendre is a play on “crappy winter”?!  So much for feel-good clean fun!  Okay, un-rule-y Truly, how about this…?*)

Hark, November heralded an un-angelic tune(ing) out whereby—wearied—I’m loathe to Rock(ette) self-care over the winter months”.

Well, to be accurate, it’s not g(r)asping November’s oxygen-sucking property that’s new…

it’s the increased understanding that showing up at work becomes a stifling responsibility when everything in me needs to embrace the higher-self transition process!

So, although warm climes and sunny days have me stubbornly believing that Fridays are weekly Christmas Eves (the prospect of looming Christmas miracles shining bright)…

and Saturdays are when Santa Pause (and reflect) comes to clown

it would seem I tend to be extra nought-see (the light) by the time the winter Sundays roll around.

For my every stalking (thought) is filled with coal(ed) light of (Mon)day realizations that,

too often,

Sundays are Boxing (up my light-hearted aspirations) Days spent packing up notions that I can turn enough of everything around in a two-day/today span.

In other words, I have a much easier time kicking self-compassion into high gear when I don’t have the pressure of doing so in…well…

high gear (*This is where The Rockette’s pun comes home to roost…allowing me to pull up a chair and take a load off my mind*).

The crux of (what’s) the matter is this, Terrifics:

It hurts to stem the tide of my spontaneous emotions and insights.

Those knowings that strain to gather,

to coalesce—to be seen in all their brilliant bursts of liberating understanding—while I’m busy supporting others who are struggling with escalated (cold-and grey-day) challenges.

It hurts to hold back that which wants to surface.

It’s like a swimming instructor who’s held under water while teaching others to stay afloat…no, “oxygen-for-me-first”, to be found there…

And, not to peg November as “Leader of the Flack”—the bad buoy of all woes, if you will…

And, it’s not that I don’t appreciate and value my career…

But, the other truth is, I’ve been working through some really hard times because my spiritual awakening–a particular brand of deep-thoughts magic–must bow to the restrictive parceling-out of ah-ha glimmers outshone by the glare of time’s weekday demands.

The question then becomes,

How much (let-my-mind-relax-and-meander-like-a-leisurely-stream) time is needed when I’m on the verge of huge break-throughs?

And how and where do I find it?

On second thought, the real (and scary) question is,

Is it possible to find it while I’m doing the job I’m doing?

Okay, friends, I just want to take a moment to thank you for sticking it out this far with me!!! 🙂

One of the greatest gifts we can give is listening, and this often means supporting other’s vulnerabilities and challenges even as we bravely sort through what’s getting in our own way.

I know that this isn’t all about me…I’m not the only one going through something at any given time…and, I’m certainly not the only one giving!!!

On the other hand, I recognize that, too often, our instant-gratification-society doesn’t support the process of taking the time to be inspired by success stories

Instead, our interest is peaked by the last pages where the happy endings are found.

But, without benefit of vital context–the downs and ups…ups and downs…ups and down, down, downs and ups the victor comes through–we miss the desperately-sought clues to discovering our own resilient paths.

So, as much as I look forward to the days when I’ll be celebrated as a game-changing writer who makes a much-needed difference in others’ lives,

those accolades will be icing on the cake!

For, it’s the hear-and-now that will elevate me–and enable me to stay grounded, year-round,  as I soar to heights I can’t even imagine.

So, I need to risk entertaining unfolding subject batter…

And, given that soul-to-soul connections make us stronger,

and accelerate our growth,

talking to Me, Myself, and I can only get me so far…I can’t do it alone.

So, in the spirit of give and take, here’s more of me, and I hope it helps more of you 🙂

Yesterday, it suddenly hit me that,

at such young ages,

I found ways to hold on and get through so much that was brutal.

And, I also giggled, guffawed, roared until tears streamed down my face…and, had others doing the same.

And I loved, wondered, imagined, fell in love with music, reading, and writing.

I created, supported, uplifted, entertained, and was a soft spot for so many…

and, bravely (if desperately) sought out–and stumbled upon–soft hearts who loved me as well.

And, if I could do that as a dependent who was of the, drilled-into-me, belief that there was such thing as “too sensitive”–

then, surely I can achieve anything now…

For, my soul has proven to be a tower of strength!  🙂

Wow! I love that I just had that realization, Adorables…and, now that I’m getting somewhere, here’s where I (Christmas) wrap things up.

The “Facts (Of Life”) so far are these:

(*Oh, but first you’ll need this hint/frame of reference:

I often refer to my work-space–shared with five colleagues–as the dorm-room; given my joke that sometimes it feels like (mentally) I never really go home between shifts.  And, I always follow this up with a smile and appreciation for my fantastic teammates as I tell them it’s as close to my childhood heart’s desire as I could ever get.*)

Last week, while watching one of those (modern) Christmas movies of the week (this one, a 2016 offering),

I spied actress, Mindy Cohen…

And the next day—while (for the first time) watching, “Meet Me In St Louis”, (a 1944 movie spanning all four seasons)—

I spied a character named Tootie…

(*So, in all fairness to those in need of a Christmas break, I’ll follow this generic thread of inspiration.*)

For those of you lucky enough to have watched the wonderful (1979-1988) television show, “The Facts of Life” (a spin off of “Different Strokes”)–set in Peekskill, New York)–

you’ll understand how seeing Mindy (who played teenager Natalie Green)—

and spying a little girl named Tootie (the name of another character on T.F.O.L.)—

had me reflecting on early-yearnings.

Specifically, my childhood/heart-felt desire to attend (Surf)board(ing) school.

topical and subject-ive paradise…all (metaphorical) sun and fun never to be outdone…

A magical realm where I could ride the waves instead of being dashed against the rocks and hard places that flanked my existence…

A warm, welcoming, and cozy escape from the (rock) salt-in-the-wounds that hadn’t yet been mitigated by the less Grease!(y) downhill spirals,

and increasing Sandy grit that signaled a ref-huge from a host of (Fall, Winter, and Spring) ups-and-downs, downs and ups, and those su-huh-mmer bli-heights!

So, there you have it, Loveables…

I’ve shared this mind-trip(ping along at the whim of whimsy) to encourage myself to take comfort in knowing that I am meant to be where I’m meant to be right now…

that I can peacefully get through my first Christmas alone in twelve years…

and that I can always count on summer school. 🙂

And, if I’ve brightened your day, or encouraged you in some way, that makes me sooooo very happy!!!  And, please know that by the time I share with you, I am in a much, much better head space…I wouldn’t be able to write anything funny otherwise! 🙂

In the meantime, “You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life…when the world never seems, to be living up to your dreams, it’s time you started finding out what everything’s all about…” (some tie in lyrics from “The Facts Of Life” theme song).

Until next time, Dazzlers…

Thank you for inspiring me to share…it’s the best way for me to sort out what I need to.  Sorry for the lengthy gaps between posts lately.  When I first started writing/sharing, I was able to mine archival learnings…now, I need to do research into what’s going on for/with me, first. 🙂

God bless you and your loves.

Affectionately, Truly 🙂

P.S. Correction: I won’t be completely alone for Christmas–I can always count on my sweet dogs, Frosty and Jubilee …and my spirits were also lifted by 6 (declined-but-with-utmost-gratitude) invitations to spend Christmas with 6 different friends/their families. 🙂

P.P.S. As soon as I published this post, I was alerted that I’ve published 100 posts!!!!  Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!! 🙂

P.P.P.S. Context for most of my puns and tie-ins:  Starters is British for Appetizers; (1984-1990)”Miami Vice” (Grip) Pun was triggered by the Willy Wonka/chocolate river memory…M.V. opening has the lead actors racing at breakneck speed in a boat while wearing their signature pastel jackets and tee-shirts…hence, my jacket-of-all-trades pun that’s a play on,”Jack of all trades, master of none.”–given my tongue-in-cheek admission that I sometimes give in many different directions, and feel like it’s only band-aids where stitches are needed…tea shirks (tee shirts) is my inside joke–tea is my comfort beverage and I have yet to finish a hot (or cold) cup at work; “T’were the weeks before winter…” is my T’was The Night Before Christmas” play; “Hark, November heralds...” is my play on “Hark The Herald Angels Sing“; “Leader of the Flackis my “Leader of the Pack” pun…an enduring 1964 hit by the Shangri-las about an irresistible bad boybuoy is pronounced “boy” in England; by the time I fell in love with the musical, Grease!–which bonded me and one of the most significant best friends I ever had–life and feeling loved was looking up…I used Sandy (the female lead, Olivia Newton John) and grit as double entendres (words that have two meanings) to speak to my resilience–and summer blights (blights–defined by Merriam Webster dictionary as “something that frustrates plans or hopes”) is my play on the lyrics, “…those summer nights” from one of Grease!’s greatest hits (“Summer Lovin'”)–if you remember,  this lyric is dragged out at the end…as in “those su-hummer nigh-hiiiiights”…so fun to hear and sing! 🙂



17 thoughts on “(Dec. 23/17) “Silver S-Bells And The Generic Magic Of Hope!”

  1. You had me laughing at the start with the Pro (poorme) tion. You are so clever, Truly! 100 posts is definitely something to celebrate. Every one of your posts is a treasure trove of word plays – I hope you publish a book someday!
    Wishing you a fabulous holiday and much love to you always.

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      1. No need to make it reciprocal. I haven’t posted since October. I am in a writers block phase perhaps. But music seems to helpful me express as myself most right now. 🎼🎤🎹🎨

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  2. You touch on an important topic, Truly. The balance between inner needs and outer needs can be difficult to achieve. All of us have to earn a living. For most, that is not achieved at an “ideal” job that is engaging, allows for growth, and accomplishes good in the world while actually paying the rent.

    When inner needs clamor — perhaps b/c we are in the midst of a love affair, perhaps b/c our inner child has at last found her voice — we may be tempted to chuck the job, in favor of them. Only those who are independently wealthy have that luxury.

    But those inner needs do deserve attention. You’ve struck what seems a fair compromise. I am sure the New Year will bring you new revelations. May they all be positive! ❤


  3. Good Lord this is a mixed bag of festive nuts and therefore food for thought. I sense an undertone of a need to listen to your inner thoughts and, perhaps, council them as you would the vulnerables that you so willing assist in the day job.

    I think what you do is tremendous and selfless. There must be balance though as you well know. Achievable goals and Truly things, which leads me to your book. How goes it? Do I have to drag you through the season of peace and goodwill into a NaNo Camp to set some writing goals? Ooh look at me enthused by NaNoWriMo and almost at the end of a new manuscript.

    Of course one might surmise writing can festoon minds like ours into an abyss of angst, moments of good, versus bad and the term you gave me this year, cognitive dissonance.

    Fight it hard, for a book is a worthy goal many fail to achieve. It mattes not if anyone reads it. Write for you and get to The End. Feel its euphoria and then decide what to do next.

    I have your back my find friend and will end with some amazing advice,

    I am Groot.

    Happy New Year

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    1. Haha…Thanks for the quintessentially-you comment, my friend 🙂 The beauty of writing about my ups and downs is that it makes ups out of the dips…thereby lifting my spirits while entertaining and/or encouraging others…and it gives me a creative outlet while really enjoying myself. As for my novel-in-progress, I’m figuring out where and what the twists will be…that requires a focus I aim to enhance as my mind sorts out the real-life riddles that we all face in myriad forms. No complaints, mind…life is really great overall, and I continue to feel soooooo blessed. And thanks for having my back–I have yours, too 🙂

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      1. I know Truly, often the making good of downs to upgrade to ups can also offer a faux illusion of happy. One feels obligated to check that now and then just to make sure 😊 Good on the novel too. I’m hoping to learn more about it as this year unfolds. And I aim to take a leaf out of your book. Stop thinking and overthinking and start ticking the boxes off one by one. Onwards and upwards yes 🙃

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  4. Merry Belated Christmas! And Happy New Year! I enjoyed this from beginning to end. I laughed, I felt like crying, I empathized, and sympathized. I can relate in so many ways. Thanks for sharing!

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    1. I don’t have the words to tell you how much your comment means to me…it was a complete surprise and the timing was such a blessing…as are you! Thank you so very, very much! Happy belated New Year! 🙂


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