Saturday, February 18, 2012

Who Your Children Really Belong To ...




If you are a parent, what you are about to read may seem a bit 'out there' but if you've read some of my writing before, you know that I see things a bit differently.
I was thinking last night what amazing and beautiful creatures children are and as I began to think in more depth, I decided that I wanted to put down in writing what I was thinking, so here goes.

From the moment that a infant takes it's first breath outside the womb, he or she is an individual person. Yes, you created this child but he or she does not belong to you and you do not own this child.
Children own themselves, period.
As a parent you are responsible for caring, nourishing, protecting, cherishing and loving your child.

And let me say that if you had a child to keep from being alone or because you wanted something that was 'yours', then you had a child for the wrong reason.

Having children out of love, is a selfless act, not a selfish one.

For infants, their world consists only of their mother. Mother is the word for God on the lips and hearts of all children. But by the age of two, they begin to differentiate between the world of 'Mother' and the outside world. They begin to realize that they are indeed separate from their mother and are individuals, with feelings and needs that belong only to them. They become independent and rush to explore this brand new, exciting world and if nurtured in the selfless way, will have no fear and only shine more brilliantly and that is how it should be.

Yes, I know you may be anxious and protective of your child as most mothers are.
But its important that you let your child be the individual that he or she is and not the person you believe they should be.
Your child is not here on this earth to fulfill your expectations.
They are here to fulfill theirs.

Let your child do that...
Nourish, guide, protect and love your children but just as importantly, encourage
their independence and their strong self of self.

And then, sit back and watch your child become the brilliant, amazing and beautiful person he or she was meant to be.

Until next time My Dear Friends...

Light and Love To You All,
LadiofZen

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Pausing To Give Love A Chance...




I am someone who adores being in Love.
I breathe it in, soak it up, drink it down and it is expressed in my writing.
So I am so happy to be in Love again. This person is so like me that it is astounding.
We believe in the same things, support the same issues, and are both creative; she an artist and myself a writer.
But last night I became filled with a bit of anxiety.
Why, you ask?
Because even though we have spoke on the phone and chatted on messager extensively, we have not met in person. And because I had planned to move to Wisconsin to be with her. I realized last night that isn't a good choice for me and that I was being impulsive.
Impulsiveness is something I struggle with and though I may want to throw caution to the wind, I realized right now was not a good time to relocate, be away from my support system or my sons.
I had thrown caution to the wind many times and have lived to regret it.
Now instead of not thinking about what was bothering me, I chose instead to bring my concerns to my partner's attention.
I was very grateful to my angels and spirit guides that I did.
After speaking with each other, we agreed that I would stay here and secure my own place as I am living with a friend right now.
That instantly made me feel at ease.
If our Love is true, then there is no need to rush into it. We can pause, relax and drink it in as it happens.
If it was meant to Be...it will Be.
There simply is no need to force Love to come into your orbit, because more than likely it will not stay.
Love is meant to happen as it happens and not because you simply want it to.
More than likely, if a Love has to be forced, it is not real Love.
And ignoring your inner voice is a recipe for disaster, not fair to your partner or to yourself.
So the next time you fall in Love, instead of rushing in, pause for moment to just savor the feeling of connection with another person. Try not to have expectations and just enjoy the process of getting to know this new person in your life. The process of Love can be a slow, sensual dance between the two of you and one to be appreciated, like a very fine wine.

"In real love you want the other person's good.
In romantic Love, you want the other person."
~ Margaret Anderson

Love and Light To You All,
LadiofZen

Monday, September 13, 2010

I'm Going Home



On the day I went away... goodbye...
Was all I had to say... now I...
I want to come again and stay... Oh my my...
Smile, and that will mean that I may

Cause I've seen blue skies, through the tears
In my eyes
And I realize.. I'm going home.

Everywhere it's been the same... feeling...
Like I'm outside in the rain... wheeling...
Free, to try and find a game... dealing...
Cards for sorrow, cards for pain

Cause I've seen blue skies through the tears
In my eyes
And I realize.. I'm going home.

I'm going home, I'm going home.

~ Recorded by Tim Curry from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Dedicated to Gary Marq Baugh, with Love.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Happy



Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be
Unburdened by the thought
I could still be lonely
I think you’re the one
Everyone agrees
But some can see the face of love
And turn away in disbelief

Every time we get close
I just run
And the wind on my face
Last rays of the sun
Shine on my skin
My heart slow me down
Is all that I can feel
All that I can feel
All that I can feel
All that I can feel

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be
With someone who knows
And understands me
I think you’re the one
Everyone agrees
But some can touch the hand of love
And pull away in disbelief

Every time we get close
I just run
And the wind on my face
Last rays of the sun
Shine on my skin
My heart slow me down
Is all that I can feel
All that I can feel
All that I can feel
All that I can feel

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be
Possessed by nothing but
A heart that’s chosen freely
I think you’re the one
Everyone agrees
But some can feel the grace of love
And walk away in disbelief

Every time we get close
I just run
And the wind on my face
Last rays of the sun
Shine on my skin
My heart slow me down
Is all that I can feel
All that I can feel
All that I can feel
All that I can feel

All that I can feel
All that I can feel
All that I can feel
All that I can feel

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be


'Happy' by Tracy Chapman

Friday, July 9, 2010

Learning The Art Of Being Still






Too often as we race about our day of work and taking care of the family, we forget what peace there is in silence. We become so used to everyday noise and constant motion that we become almost immune to it.
It becomes a part of our day and routine.
When was the last time you simply sat and were quiet and still?
Yes, I know...
"Who has the time for that?" you'd say.
But it is important to make time for not only does it give you immeasurable health benefits, being still also allows you to connect and hear not only your inner voice, but also the voices of your angels and spirit guides.

Meditation is a good way to start.

If you don't have time for meditation, try something simpler like sitting quiet for five minutes. I know, if you are used to running from project to project, solving problem after problem, sitting still for five minutes may seem like an impossible task.

But you can do it...

Simply find a place that is quiet and where you won't be interrupted, turn off the radio and TV and sit and be still. Make a ceremony of it, light some incense, burn some white candles (white candles are pure white light and draw the angels and spirit guides as well as loved ones who are no longer with us nearer to you) and make it a time simply for you.

Start with five minutes, if you don't make it, fine. Try for five minutes next time.
But keep trying. Once you've managed the art of being still, try to meditate and if you find that you can't stop your mind from wandering, then let it wander, for in the wandering come answers if we only pay attention. For some, a guided meditation tape may be helpful. If you are troubled by a problem or concern, pray to your angels for an answer. You may not get an answer right away but you will get one, if you just listen.

Be still, be quiet and listen...You'll be amazed at what answers will come.
Until Next time, My Dear Friends...


Love and Light to You All,
LizaBella

Friday, June 25, 2010

Thank You For The Magic







Whether you loved him or hated him, Michael Jackson was a dazzling force to be reckoned with on stage. Immensely gifted and talented, he entertained the world with his amazing dance moves and his music. We all know of his start in show business with his older brothers, 'The Jackson 5'. We know about the cartoons, merchandise and sold out concerts. We know about the plastic surgeries and the pet chimp 'Bubbles'. In fact, it seemed we knew everything about Michael...through the tabloids. Story upon story upon story...each becoming more and more bizarre.
Most of all, we knew his music...

But did we know the man?

When he died last year, I began to read about Michael Jackson; the man, the legend and the father and what I found out not only surprised me, but made me all the sadder because I had never gotten the chance to know him; as a friend and as a human being. And yes, I , like most others, judged him because of his appearance and his often bizarre behavior. I'm more than ashamed I did...

Of course, it's impossible to talk of Michael without bringing up the child molestation charges. When it first happened, because of who I am (an abuse survivor), I believed the media. But those who knew and loved Michael the best, his friends, family and his fans staunchly stood by his side in his defense.
I don't believe it now and as Michael once said in an interview, "I would rather cut off my arm than hurt a child." And knowing how Michael loved children,
I think that is true. Why? Because Michael was a child himself and he spoke their language. He was indeed a grown up 'Peter Pan'. He knew how to relate to children and he had unending compassion and empathy for those who were sick or ill.

But the accusations and humiliation that he suffered publicly before, during and after the final trial, in which he was found not guilty, was the blow that seemed to knock Michael to his knees and it seemed that he was never able to recover from it. Even then, his fans rallied behind him, in demonstrations in front of the courthouse to show their support. He became a different Michael then, a Michael who worried constantly about his children's safety and whose drug use escalated to the point where even those closest to him were worried. It is said that some time before his death, two members of his family attempted a intervention and it was discussed, but went no further.

I once watched a concert where he stopped everything so that a tech could take a bug off the stage so it wouldn't be crushed. And as the tech scooped up the bug and began walking away with it, Micheal's words could be heard ringing out, "Don't kill it...please don't kill it."

One of the things that hurt the most in regards to the media was
was all the propaganda regarding 'his love of children', making it seem dirty and perverted. That blow must have hurt Michael most of all. After it was all over, Michael vowed that NeverLand, the home that he had built for himself and was a virtual fairground for sick children, would never be home to him again and he moved his children to Paris.
Later he would move back to the states but he said often that it didn't feel like home because the house was so exposed and that he didn't feel safe.


That Michael was, most times, a sad and lonely person was a given. He had been lonely most of his life, which led him to be very shy and soft spoken in public. When he had his children, I believe that they were the force that kept him going, day after day as he went into a decline that would be impossible to pull out of.
I believed that he loved and adored his children and they, in turn, loved and adored him, because to them, he was simply 'Daddy'. Those closest to Michael say that he was an awesome father and an excellent dad. He took great care to shield, as any father would who was concerned for their child's safety, his children from media as much as he could.

It's impossible to know when Michael began to use sedatives to help him sleep.
Some have said that he used them for years (right after the album 'Thriller' was released) as well as other drugs to combat chronic insomnia as well as pain.
The end result, the unbearably tragic one is that because of too many doctors, too many medications and too many 'Yes' people, Michael Jackson's 'This Is It' comeback tour would not be seen until after his death and then only rehearsal clips.
Michael died of a sudden cardiac arrest due to an overdose of multiple medications, including one used for sedation during surgery. Charges against his doctor are pending.

His gifts amazed even the most seasoned of singers, dancers and actors and he befriended many, many of them.

After two failed marriages, it seemed Michael devoted his time to not only his children, but other children around the world who needed him, giving his name, time and money for children charities.

In the last years of his life, Michael seemed even more at loss with the world and
and with himself. The pain of his childhood, which he spoke of often, seemed to have a tighter hold on him and his drug use increased.

I'm very sad Michael is gone. He was man who was so child-like, at times he seemed like a child, instead of 'The King Of Pop'. Just a big kid who wanted to have fun, to laugh and maybe play like the kid that he was...the way he said he was never able to play as a child.

Good Bye Micheal...I wish I had known you. I'm sorry for the pain and loneliness you felt during this lifetime, but I thank you for the beautiful gifts you gave the world. I wish someone...just one person would have said 'No' to you and maybe you would be here today.

You will be greatly missed and never forgotten...

Now My Friend, you can really fly...

Until Next Time, My Dear Friends,
LadiofZen

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Seeing the Faces of the Mentally Ill




The picture above of me isn't a pretty one but it is a true one. Snapped by my partner at a time when I was struggling with depression, it shows me looking my worst; without sleep and exhausted and looking back into a painful past. A hopeless exercise but one that those of us who struggle with mental illness will relate to.
I don't have one mental illness...I have several. And I am still standing...despite myself and my mental disorders.

How do you view the mentally ill? What do you think to yourself when you see 'a crazy person' on the street? Is it funny or curious to watch? Or do you think to yourself, as I do, 'But for the Grace of God, go I'?

Almost everyone has someone in their family or even someone they know who has struggled with mental illness. Statistics say that one in four adults over the age of eighteen or 25% of individuals will suffer a debilitating mental illness in their lifetime. Approximately 20.9 million American adults, or about 9.5 percent of the U.S. population age 18 and older in a given year, have a mood disorder and depressive disorders often co-occur with anxiety disorders and substance abuse.

Which brings me to Stephen. I first met Stephen when he was 16 after being brought home by my son Josh, as they went to high school together. Stephen became without any effort at all, 'my other son'. He began to eat meals at our home and became a constant fixture at our house and suffice to say, I love him dearly.

That he was a bit odd was a given. He was also funny, intelligent and very outgoing. And after all, he was a teenager and trying, as my son was, to find himself.
But there came a day when I could no longer ignore the fact the he absolutely refused to eat at home and so I sat him down, face to face and asked him why.
He told me calmly and without a blink of an eye that he thought his parents were trying to poison him. Shocked and upset, I tried to convince him otherwise, but it did no good. He believed what he believed...period. I also spoke with his mother who was aware of the problem but unsure how to deal with it. She told me that since his aunt's death who had resided with them, he had refused to eat anything that he had not bought and opened himself. His mother had also shared that Stephen had been the one to find his aunt deceased on the kitchen floor and that he had been traumatized by it.

That was the beginning...

When Stephen was 17, he went to a concert and to this day, no one, not even my son who is his closest friend, knows what happened because Stephen has never spoken of it, at least not to us. But something did happen and Stephen was forever changed.
He became reclusive to the point that he refused to leave the house at all or stay in contact with any of his friends. The daily visits to our house stopped and my son, Joshuea concerned and worried, tried to help by visiting and talking to find out what had occurred that had caused such a devastating change in his best friend. But Stephen wasn't talking...at least not to Josh.
He was speaking...to the voices in his head. In his early twenties, Stephen was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

The diagnosis was for me and for my son Joshuea, devastating, as I am sure it was a hundred times more so for his parents. He was put on medication which caused massive weight gain and as the years have gone by, his condition has deteriorated because Stephen refuses to take his medication due to the side effects.

The last time I saw Stephen, which was about a year ago, his mother had come to bring him for a visit. As I stood off at a distance speaking with his mother about his condition, which was worsening, I happened to glance up, concerned that he might overhear. As I looked over and my eyes met his, I watched his lips as they silently moved while he whispered to the voices in his head that no one else could hear and I knew that while his body may have been there, his mind was a million miles away.
I went over and hugged him and looking into his eyes, I told him how very much I loved him. I told him to always remember I was there for him and to never forget if he needed me, to call or get in touch with me any way he could.
I hope and I pray he heard me.

After they had gone, I went inside and sat down and wept...for 'my other son', Stephen, who had somehow gotten lost in a foreign land with no means to get back.

Stephen continues to live with his parents and his condition continues to deteriorate.

The next time you see someone who is acting strangely or a bit odd, think twice or better yet, how about thinking thrice? And while you are at it, do your best to really 'see' that person with compassion and empathy.
Please remember that mental illness takes no prisoners. It could be your best friend or it could be a member of your family...or it could be You.

We are all ONE...


Until next time My Dear Friends,

LadiofZen