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By: Junk in da trunk « Trailer Park Refugee

Junk in da trunk « Trailer Park Refugee — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 23:23:18 +0000

[...] in da trunk By daisyfae Mom and i rarely see things the same way. And not just because she’s got a touch of the ol’ macular degeneration going [...]

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Trailer Park Archeology - Let the games begin… « Trailer Park Refugee — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 02:49:56 +0000

[...] and organize, but she has an unhealthy attachment to “things”, even at the expense of human comfort and dignity. Mom will be 80 next month, and is fiercely independent – to help maintain that independence, i [...]

By: daisyfae

daisyfae — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 21:55:10 +0000

uw – Thanks. Dad gave me an amazing gift before he died. He told me that he had no regrets, and although he wasn’t really looking forward to dying, he was as ready as a man can be. He didn’t want heroics, didn’t want to suffer, and didn’t want to linger with a pack of weeping and wailing people around him. I was able to deal with the first two, but i could only keep the ‘weeping wailers’ at bay for so long. i miss him every single day. if there’s any good in me at all, i’m pretty sure where i got it!

By: upset waitress

upset waitress — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 21:32:41 +0000

Sorry about your loss Daisy.

By: daisyfae

daisyfae — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 11:46:05 +0000

Mark – appreciate your ‘resonance’. here’s to letting go… and although i feel like an extraterrestrial sometimes, the truth is, i’m cut from this cloth. the struggle is to find some redemption in it, and use the powers for good, rather than stupidity.

az – not rolling my eyes at all. maybe it’s because i’m groggy after a fitful sleep, but i had a glimmer of the ‘in with the good air’ as the kind and supportive words i’m getting from the blogosphere, and the dark, smoky stuff as the words i’m putting out there as my ‘purge’. oh, and it’s nice of you to respect the wolves (i may have to borrow that phrase…)

nm – thank you. i hope to sprinkle this darker stuff in gently, with a liberal mix of silliness and light. don’t want to just be a pathetic ‘emo girl’ out here… besides, if i let it all out at once, i suspect it would be incoherent!

By: nursemyra

nursemyra — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 09:34:55 +0000

I’m not rolling my eyes azahar.

beautiful post daisyfae x

By: azahar

azahar — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 07:01:17 +0000

I used to say that I was “raised by wolves” until I realised that this was hugely unfair to wolves everywhere. Letting go is so hard, even when it makes no logical sense to hang on. Maybe the question to ask is why not letting go is so important to us.

Yesterday we did a really cool thing in yoga class during the breathing exercise part. I know this is going to sound flaky as hell, but anyhoo … it was an exercise to breathe in ‘positive’ and exhale ‘negative’ and the instructor said to try and imagine breathing in gold light. Well, for me the colours kept changing when I inhaled – I got gold light at first, then a shimmery silver and also a fabulous sparkling ruby red. But breathing out always looked the same, like billowing clouds of dark smoke, the kind you see coming out of industrial smokestacks. And I felt wonderfully ‘cleansed’ after we finished, which surprised me because I’m usually very sceptical about this kind of thing.

And for sure I’d be rolling my eyes if someone wrote about it on my blog.

By: Mark Ellinger

Mark Ellinger — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 04:33:51 +0000

My God, I can relate to so much of this. While growing up, I often felt that I was from another planet. I definitely lived in a different reality! I, too, am still trying to let it go.

Mark