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Love really has blinded me
I try to protect
breaking out- unfinished painting by mary casset
Control, an ugly word,
worse that hate;
it steals another’s sense of self, undermines confidence, stunts growth, kills the individual’s spirit and creativity(more)
When my family was still young and Ihad only seven children from twelve-years old down to a newborn, I earnestly strove to raise the best children I could. Yet all my effort was actually hindering their development because my anxiety and control acted like a barrier, a prison around my them. I was in fact preventing my children's inner, natural development into well-balanced, creative people.
I did not take subtle hints, so a powerful inner image rose up from my subconscious which symbolized what I was actually doing by refusing to let go of control.
First I saw an ocean... (more)
...him, he simply needed arms to hold him, mother’s milk to drink and warm clothes and blankets. Accepting reality meant letting go of trying be everything and do everything I did before I had a lot of kids.
The pivotal point in my personal growth was realizing that, in fear, I clung to control. I have let go of this control at least a thousand times already. A thousand times of choosing to surrender fear and lies and trusting. Each time I peel back a layer, another deeper level of fear pops up.
An image which described my struggle to surrender control, was a wagon wheel... (more)
...wasn't possible chained, your shackles left no room for movement ~ for me to be myself without a smile I bid hello to mornings blew goodnight kisses to the moon with loss in my eyes
how did I let this happen as if I was invisible no thoughts, no rhyme or reason allowing my identity to vanish but I'm here, trapped, exploring ways to escape without a broken heart ungluing myself from your control my existence does not need your breath to smile once more at the moon and sun
to take the me from us
©jmtacken 21 Oct 2013
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One of my inner images which describes my struggle to surrender control is of a wagon wheel.
This wheel is suspended over a deep chasm,
My large family of 10 is on the rim of a wagon wheel hovering over this chasm,
while I stand on the hub,
frantically turning this way and that
to hold all the broken spokes together.
I KNOW that I must let go of this futile sense of responsibility and control
I am afraid to stop.
I am trapped.
Yet, I realize that
my tension prevents natural, organic growth and healing.
My control... (more)
When my family was still young and I had only 7 kids from 12 years old to newborn, I earnestly strove to raise good kids. Yet all my effort was actually hindering their development My anxiety and control acted like a barrier, a fortress around my children. I was in fact a stumbling block to my kids inner, natural, organic growth into well-balanced, gifted people.
I did not take subtle hints, so a powerful inner image rose up from my subconscious that symbolized what I was actually doing by refusing to let go of control.
First I saw an ocean and a tiny black dot in the water.... (more)
Worry only feeds our panic over situations that are beyond our control.
Letting go and trusting seems impossible.
My family’s word for over thinking is Mental Kung-Fu. Try saying it and soon you will smile at the image of thoughts wrangling with each other. Laughter cuts through our anxiety because we realize how absurd we are.
Might as well give up. I was not designed to control everything and everyone. So I might as well give up control and give God His job back. When I accept that I am simply a child of God, nothing... (more)
Why is it that we find it so hard to surrender, and what does this really mean? Somehow the word can bring negativity to mind, especially when our comfort zone lies in being in control. I would like you today to consider another context to surrender.( enlarging the definition and putting a positive spin on what surrender can mean to your life.) Let's stretch our mind, thinking, perspective and put down some of the fears that unknowingly can leave us stuck in the same place...repeating behavior that is not working for us, and is not truly bringing peace to our soul. You may rightly... (more)
Speak to me of love's glories and I'll show you the teeth of this wild thing. Love is used as a lever to control people and deliver them to the slaughter. I think of the lonely woman, in love with her man. He beats her, cusses her, rapes her, and demeans her at every turn, yet, because of love, she stays with him. I think of mean and nefarious men who hold a woman captive and force her compliance by threatening her family. Her love for her family is the means by which they control her. Men are not exempt from this cruel trick of nature. I've seen a man destroy his family, his career, and ultimately... (more)
...and worthlessness, instilling a pleasure that gave me sweet relief from the pain of this torturous childhood that cursed me.
The acts depicted were a reminder of those forced on me. By seeing those acts replayed by others, and gaining pleasure from the same, they gave me a sense of control over what had and would happen to me. Bodies flow and move and engage, bringing climax or a heightened sense of control as they guide their passions toward mysterious goals. Who can know what is in the heart of the one taking another sexually? Perverse and vile thoughts abound in that stormy... (more)
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