Gnarly
Pain is twisted
Torsional Forces
Twisting
Torquing
The Wrong Way.
Make it Stop
It Won’t
It’s
Unrelentingly
Strong.
How can something be
Horrible
And
Still be Better?
Showing posts with label Colors of Pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colors of Pain. Show all posts
Monday, June 15, 2020
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Connection to Healing Knowledge #MS #MultipleSclerosis #Seizures #Pain
Our Bodies are Self-Healing
Within Limits,
Breaking down
Just when you thought you had it licked.
For Help understanding how your body handles pain,
Turn to this reference,
More later...
Meg
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Pain Relief
as a nurse, one of the hardest human sufferings to witness is that of pain. i cringe when i see it, it gets me in the stomach, that is someone else's pain. my own pain can take my breath away. we all have pain in varying degrees. we all have various levels of tolerance to pain. Dr. Spicer reached out and offered this information about a new product for pain called Power strips. If you are interested please click on her catalog and check it out. There are colors to pain, themes, qualities of pain. In the end it is all pain and an alteration of our desired homeostasis. Do not suffer, check this out...meg
Pain Relief
no promises.
Testimonials
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Thursday, August 30, 2012
Colors
Colors
Colors of auras,
vibrations,
Are they something we can see?
feel?
Even if we do not know it,
outwardly?
Is it what gives us a gut feeling,
a hunch?
Can we learn to tune in so our concious mind
understands & sees the auras?
What are my favorite colors?
I looked at the colored pencils.
Blues, Greens, Reds, Dark Purple,
and I pushed to use them all at least a little.
Not lined up like a rainbow,
the spectrum scattered into the whole canvas,
including all colors
all auras.
Colors of auras,
vibrations,
Are they something we can see?
feel?
Even if we do not know it,
outwardly?
Is it what gives us a gut feeling,
a hunch?
Can we learn to tune in so our concious mind
understands & sees the auras?
What are my favorite colors?
I looked at the colored pencils.
Blues, Greens, Reds, Dark Purple,
and I pushed to use them all at least a little.
Not lined up like a rainbow,
the spectrum scattered into the whole canvas,
including all colors
all auras.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Colors
i thought i lost this poem....
Colors
The Colors dwelled in metal tubes,
stained with the color,
the smell of oil
and pigment,
not a smell really,
like how
soil is.
The colors,
Greens, Reds, Blues, Black, White, Yellow
and all shades
in between
were possible,
as Mom smeared a little dab of this one,
then that on
on the artist's pallette,
and I watched in awe,
except when I had a burning question,
Then she would stop
with a
hrumph...
Her inspiration burning fast
Colors
The Colors dwelled in metal tubes,
stained with the color,
the smell of oil
and pigment,
not a smell really,
like how
soil is.
The colors,
Greens, Reds, Blues, Black, White, Yellow
and all shades
in between
were possible,
as Mom smeared a little dab of this one,
then that on
on the artist's pallette,
and I watched in awe,
except when I had a burning question,
Then she would stop
with a
hrumph...
Her inspiration burning fast
Flowery Memories
Artichokes, when ignored,
turn into flowers
 |
| Sunflowers As I feel a deep ache for Mom, and the pain she has suffered, I think of flowers and colors. Flowers, because she so loves flowers and nature, and nature's beauty. Colors, because she took tubes of oil paints and painstakingly squirted a dabs of paint on her palette, mixing with the brush as she worked them into new colors and laid them down on the canvas, the smell of oils and turpentine in our nostrils, I loved to watch her do that. |
Sunday, January 22, 2012
The Color of Pain
Today before I even read the Psalm of the day on
Psalm Challenge
http://tagein-tagaus-athen.blogspot.com/
I wanted to post some Sunday thoughts about pain,
then see if they coincide at all.
Pain has many colors.
Black, red, blue,
ripped, torn, diseased,
hurt, yellow,
vicious, sharp, biting,
tearing,
then
the
dull,
deep, constant, persistent.
Some make you wish you were dead.
Pain ripped me out of bed in the wee hours again,
and standing on my leg re calibrated something,
my MS dance.
My mother's pain, invisible or hazy to some,
I perceive on full wavelengths,
as if I had the channel tuned in better.
I thought this morning,
how pain,
in all it's colors,
can be invisible to others.
We are all so different in how we perceive pain.
As a new nurse, over 30 solar years ago,
I decided to lay my hand on people in pain
and try to
ground it.
And if I was successful, it would make their life
better.
I was worried there would be damage done to me,
all that pain flowing to ground into the Earth, our Mother
(like on the old sin eater's version of twilight zone or one of those shows).
And I decided,
it could not hurt me,
it was channeling someone else's pain.
Do you feel how comforting a hand is on the shoulder?
Or the catharsis of letting a story go,
or just knowing someone
hears
how much you hurt?
Some cannot see the colors of pain I do,
and I guess that really is something I had
to learn and have to live with.
I do pray someone sees the colors of their pain and
puts a gentle hand on their shoulder
and lets it go.
Psalm Challenge
http://tagein-tagaus-athen.blogspot.com/
I wanted to post some Sunday thoughts about pain,
then see if they coincide at all.
Pain has many colors.
Black, red, blue,
ripped, torn, diseased,
hurt, yellow,
vicious, sharp, biting,
tearing,
then
the
dull,
deep, constant, persistent.
Some make you wish you were dead.
Pain ripped me out of bed in the wee hours again,
and standing on my leg re calibrated something,
my MS dance.
My mother's pain, invisible or hazy to some,
I perceive on full wavelengths,
as if I had the channel tuned in better.
I thought this morning,
how pain,
in all it's colors,
can be invisible to others.
We are all so different in how we perceive pain.
As a new nurse, over 30 solar years ago,
I decided to lay my hand on people in pain
and try to
ground it.
And if I was successful, it would make their life
better.
I was worried there would be damage done to me,
all that pain flowing to ground into the Earth, our Mother
(like on the old sin eater's version of twilight zone or one of those shows).
And I decided,
it could not hurt me,
it was channeling someone else's pain.
Do you feel how comforting a hand is on the shoulder?
Or the catharsis of letting a story go,
or just knowing someone
hears
how much you hurt?
Some cannot see the colors of pain I do,
and I guess that really is something I had
to learn and have to live with.
I do pray someone sees the colors of their pain and
puts a gentle hand on their shoulder
and lets it go.
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