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Gingerpig's Blog: Joy in small things
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Friday, July 17, 2015. Joy in small things. Joy in small things. Minute, tiny, twinkles of thought. In structure and lines. In conversations bigger than the world. In too many things to think at once. In beauty that strikes me to the core. Rendering me breathless with bliss. In shapes and stars and dates. In watching the breath and calming the mind. In watching the mind dance on the beauty of thought. In textures soft and smooth and fur. In music, expressing love. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Gingerpig's Blog: How a meltdown feels
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Saturday, September 27, 2014. How a meltdown feels. Caught in an explosion of feeling I lose my name. I see snatches of peace, parts of initials, someone is speaking making the air tremble. Straining my ears against the glare of the world, the cacophony of bird song, tapping of shoes, keyboards, phones, noises, I hear my feelings roaring. I identify the maelstrom through which I am working is the thunderclap of misunderstood emotion. An explosion of feeling that erodes my soul. Set it free, set me free.
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Gingerpig's Blog: October 2013
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Thursday, October 24, 2013. Depression is a common co-morbid of ASD. Mental health issues affect all, not just the person at the heart of it. Joins hands to lead from this dark place. Form families and communities to protect and cherish those most at risk. Love. She is 6, may her life be loved, cherished and blessed. May all beings have happiness and the causes of happiness,. May all beings be free from suffering and causes of suffering. May all beings have the happiness that is beyond suffering. 4 How d...
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Gingerpig's Blog: Fancy some shoes?
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Tuesday, April 01, 2014. 8220;Where would I find enough leather. To cover the entire surface of the earth? But with leather soles beneath my feet,. It’s as if the whole world has been covered.”. Shantideva was an ancient Buddhist Saint. I think he has a point don't you? Awareness is wonderful, so is acceptance. Will we find a world covered in leather, or will we take a step first and meet people coming the other way? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Gingerpig's Blog: December 2013
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Sunday, December 29, 2013. I've actually been really, really poorly! Only realised today when the anti biotics kicked in and removed the chest infection that was a knock off from the viral phlegm thing I had for a month. So the other nagging thing at my memory was that I was ill and not acknowledging it. These are all short, boring posts, but am writing them so I MIGHT remember this the next time this combination of seasonal stress/enforced cheerfulnesses and illness hits again. Who would have thought it?
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Gingerpig's Blog: July 2015
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Friday, July 17, 2015. Joy in small things. Joy in small things. Minute, tiny, twinkles of thought. In structure and lines. In conversations bigger than the world. In too many things to think at once. In beauty that strikes me to the core. Rendering me breathless with bliss. In shapes and stars and dates. In watching the breath and calming the mind. In watching the mind dance on the beauty of thought. In textures soft and smooth and fur. In music, expressing love. Monday, July 06, 2015. I can't help you,.
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Gingerpig's Blog: To Mum
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Monday, July 06, 2015. Trapped behind glass,. Breath is constricted by the smudge of emotion,. Words distorted by love that hurts. I wish my happiness was not such a barrier for you,. I wish we could be happy together,. I wish for the joy from my childhood. I wish the woman I knew from years ago,. Could still come and comfort me, kiss me, chide me. Instead this shadow of haunted dreams,. That you seem determined to become. The first place being before I was born. I wish I could free you,. I do love you.
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Gingerpig's Blog: September 2013
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Wednesday, September 04, 2013. Someone recently on the interwebs made the point that ASD communication is often seen as aggressive by non ASD people as ASD people lack eye contact and over explain. This also applies to anything I write. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Mum of Deborah and Michael, vegan, Buddhist, generally a bit too crunchy,. Loves all things ancient but particularly Egyptian and British. View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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Gingerpig's Blog: Autistic Skin (A life in feeings)
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Thursday, June 25, 2015. Autistic Skin (A life in feeings). Where the world ends and we begin is a curious thing,. We feel the world through our bones , drape ourselves in it's beauty, clothe ourselves in its majesty. Sometimes we sense the misery of our friends seeping into feet and chilling our heart. We find ourselves too frozen to answer, powerless to act and cry teas of ice. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Autistic Skin (A life in feeings). After a summer storm. View my complete profile.
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Gingerpig's Blog: June 2015
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Thursday, June 25, 2015. Autistic Skin (A life in feeings). Where the world ends and we begin is a curious thing,. We feel the world through our bones , drape ourselves in it's beauty, clothe ourselves in its majesty. Sometimes we sense the misery of our friends seeping into feet and chilling our heart. We find ourselves too frozen to answer, powerless to act and cry teas of ice. Tuesday, June 16, 2015. After a summer storm. When the wind is calm. And the trees unbowed,. The tree's weep, and so do we.
