“Are we having fun yet?” Did you ever have a quote in childhood that you only wish your parents had the foresight to capitalize on? The time and place: It was in the early 1980’s and we were in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma at the annual “Rooster Day Parade.” I can’t remember if my elder sister […]

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Sorrow’s Birdsong (concise version 2)

by Winston and by Autumn
Can one fly far from the pain and the past?
Is sorrow too faithful and one thing that lasts?

by Winston and by Autumn

Sorrow’s Birdsong (Concise version 2)

Can one fly far from the pain and the past?

Is sorrow too faithful and one thing that lasts?

Only a sharp knife meant to cut deep

Is this the one promise that life does keep?

A broken wing; A shattered heart.

Beyond or within this life….

Where is the new start?

“Are we having fun yet?” A quest and possible origins.

“Are we having fun yet?” Did you ever have a quote in childhood that you only wish your parents had the foresight to capitalize on?

The time and place:  It was in the early 1980’s and we were in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma at the annual “Rooster Day Parade.” I can’t remember if my elder sister was in the band or cheer-leading squad at the time. She was usually in the parade. I was quite young and loved parades. Rooster Day was a fun day.

Can you relate to the feeling of arriving at a party too early and the combination of boredom, anticipation, and excitement for the time when things get lively? That is very similar to the earliest parts of the parade (at least to a young child).

I vaguely remember whining to my parents about being bored. My parents explained that it was just warming up. It was still the boring part and would soon get fun. It slowly but surely did just that. At one point, I realized how much fun I was having and that I was no longer waiting. I looked up at my parents. Then, out came the words, “Are we having fun yet?”

My parents weren’t the only ones who heard this (despite the merriment and noise from the parade). Many people started laughing. I realized that I had said something funny and cute.

Within a few months, this quote appeared on all kinds of novelty products. It was on bookmarks, cute posters with kittens, and I can’t remember where else. I must have been more of a capitalist/entrepreneur as a child than I am now, because I asked my parents if they had been the ones that orchestrated this (probably in a different vocabulary). When I was told that the answer was no, I felt so possessive of “my words” and dismayed. I also wanted one of the  kitten posters.

I can only think of two things that may have happened. One is that someone else heard those words and actually capitalized on them. This could have also occurred by a grapevine kind of process where someone eventually did just that.

The other possibility is that another person had the same thought around the same time. It could have been an adult but my guess is that it was probably another child that coined this phrase. So, in the very unlikely event that this reaches that person, I have questions. What was going on when these words came out of your mouth? It had to be a situation where there was some anticipation of fun times ahead. It also has to be an entertaining story (at least to me).

I wonder if anyone else has had a similar experience or what other phrases have been coined by “the mouths of babes”.

(On writing) On Blogging

On blogging

There are so many parts of the self that need to stay hidden from the world.

Short list:

The crazy, the edgy, opinionated, judgmental, sentimental, the vulnerability,the sweetness, the lack of talent,(the presence of talent), the darkness, the disturbing,the disagreeable, the rejectable, the incorrect, the quirky, the light-hearted, the goofy, the poetic, the nerdy, the self-important, the creative, the heart

the authentic

So, a person writes and puts all of these parts (front and center) on display.

Our love is not like a fairy tale; a short love note

Our love is not like a fairy tale

 

Our love isn’t like those fairy tales. It’s imperfect…. messy… unconditional…true. It is here in the deep trenches of this real world. But we have those magic moments. There’s no way to know what the future holds.  There is no need to promise what is already true. I will love you forever.

for Rory

Feeling Suicidal? Read This!

So glad you found the strength to stay. You and your amazing gifts are needed in this world. I can very much relate to the feelings. My cousin’s teenage son took his own life yesterday 😦 Thank you for sharing

Child of Cynicism

With one in four of us estimated to have experienced or expected to experience a serious mental illness within our lifetime, it’s no wonder that the vast majority of us will have pondered “what’s the point of being alive?” at some point or another. For some, these thoughts visit fleetingly proceeding an upsetting event-for others, they develop into a devastating downward spiral of deep and prolonged despair.

When I was thirteen, on top of my already present PTSD and OCD, I developed severe clinical depression: something which clouded my sky and eradicated all hope and positivity from the world around me. It took me a long time to open up-there’s something about the black wall of the illness that obscures realistic thought processes; I saw myself as a burden, nothing more than an inconvenience to those closest to me. Surrounded by a terrible lack of support from the mental health…

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