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_picture it & write/ Ermilia

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open seaIt’s what we all want, isn’t it?

Do we not want life to turn in the direction of our own way of living?

Do we not want the feeling of

Freedom at all times?

To feel the gentle breezes

To see beyond  the horizons

To be in touch with our soft side

No arguing

No fighting

Peace surrounding  us

A wall that can not be broken

Yes, following our heart’s desires

No errors in our plans

The perfect life

The smooth road

No bumps to trip over

Would our lives

Be forever changed

If we didn’t stumble

Now and then?

Peace, serenity

Mixed with a dash of trouble

Helps the mind grow

Inspires us to be

Better people

Living along side

Of vast millions

I long for this

As you do also

We need each other

We want to count

We want to matter

And so I say

Look to the oceans

Take in the beauty

Feel the inner peace

And smile for the

World truly is

On your side

We just have to

Trip a little

To discover it.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

09/2013

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Daily Prompt; You’ve Got The Power

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One Law For All

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You have the power to enact a single law. What would it be?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us RULES.

To think, act and react  equality. One simple rule; impossible for the world to realize and act upon.

The rule would state;

Under no circumstances will another human being be looked down on. This includes differences in weight, skin color, heritage, language and culture.

We, you and all people will be required to accept and friend each one who walks this earth. No matter where you are, you will never dishonor or disrespect ever again.

If you see or hear of one in need, you will reach into your pocket of life and pull out the item that is needed.

We, you and all people are born of innocence. Given a heart of trust  and eyes to see beyond the shell.

If you break any part of this rule, you will be banned from this earth, taken back to the womb and be forced to endure the painful birth canal once again.

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What We Think We Know

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You have heard the saying before, I am sure, that if you have not experienced it, you don’t know what I am talking about? I think this refers to me last night. Al is slowing down so quickly. I see him struggle to get out of the car or off the couch. Our bodies, when we want to move, we just “get er done”! When Al wants to  move, it takes much time to get the brain to tell the body part what to do, then the brain has to register what the movement is, and then the body tries very hard to do the action. Let me tell you, with great pride and stubbornness, it can be done, but it can take several minutes to make one action complete!

Here is a good example at our home. We go to the grocery store to get the much-needed foods, mainly getting Al’s desires. As I don’t want him to lose anymore weight, I give into his fantasies of his taste buds. I pay for the groceries, and I load them into the car, and I have this done while I am waiting for Al to still get into the front seat. We drive home, and I get out of the car, and unlock the house, and carry in all the groceries, and still wait for Al to get out of the seat.

Can you picture now how long it takes the brain and the body to join together in thought and get moving? The frustrations that he feels, the humilites that follow him when others are present. I truly believe that this is the major reason that Al gets so nervous and stressed out when we are in public. He is overly concerned about what others are saying, although I do believe that most do not pay attention to him, it is Al who pays attention to his own self. He forgets how to use the levers on the scooter and ends up crying, making me wish we would not have went out.

Then you have the other side of the quarter. Al wants to continue to go to outings, and wants to live like he no longer had Parkinson’s. You know within your heart, it is going to not be a happy experience for him, but you can not take a way the desires  he has, just because you know the better part of the outcome.

I took Al to a car show this past weekend, and he did fairly well. We took his scooter, and it was held under the open skies, so there were no boundaries for him to bump into. I have had to change myself, in the way that I was brought up. Don’t talk to strangers, don’t interrupt another person’s conversation. Don’t be a loud mouth. Use your manners we taught you. When I stuck the key in to give power to the scooter, I also gave power to let Al be Al. He smiled immediately, for one he was going to look at antique cars but the most important thing, I believe he smiled about was freedom.

This freedom gave him power, power that he used to have to make decisions for himself. He went to each car, and looked it over. Every single person he saw, he scooted his way to them, and started carrying on conversations as if he and they were old-time buddies. He was having a grand time. It was not a huge car show, so I stayed in the background with people who I knew, and just kept both eyes on him.

It warmed my heart, and I even over looked the people who wondered what he was all about and who was this person coming their way. He finally did come back, his lips were quivering, his body filled with so much sweat from the work of making the scooter go. This was a lot of decisions for him. Who was he going to talk to , what was he going to say, which way was he going to make the scooter go.

He was very tired and he wanted to go home. He could not get out of the scooter because he had used up all of his energy on his journey of independence. He needed help to also get into the car, but in his eyes, and also mine, it was worth every second to see him having time to be who he used to be.

This is what you lose when you gain Parkinson’s. A huge part of your personality and what you represent here on earth as a whole.  The whole life of a Parkinson’s patient turns into a live nightmare, as you continue to try to live and breathe air.

Last night before we retired to our bedrooms, I saw him struggling so hard to get off of the couch, that I walked over and for one of those few times, I did offer to help him get up. He had been struggling long enough, that he didn’t hesitate my offer. When he finally worked his body to the edge of the couch, he held out his hand for me to help get him in the standing position. I gave him a gently tug, and he came up.

Without me living what he is living, I can not fully understand the body he lives in, and I automatically let loose of him once he was standing. I only think I know what he is going through, other wise, I would not have let go, and for this mistake he didn’t stop moving, he tumbled on over, once I stood him up. I felt so bad for my mistake and kicked my own butt for not thinking. I caught him before he hit the floor, and I apologized to him for having the strength of THE HULK, hoping to get a laugh or smile out of him, but it didn’t work. When I looked into his eyes, I saw fear, fear of being out of control and fear of wondering where he was going to be landing.

I am trying harder now to realize I don’t know Parkinson’s. I only google it, listen to doctor’s words, and watch Al. I am not going to beat myself up for this lack of thought process, but I did learn to be more cautious, and realize I can not know what others are living or thinking, until I have lived it myself also.

We reach our hearts out

And offer our help to

Be a friend and lend a hand

Only finding out that we are

Nothing but grains of sand

In this vast world and land

But we must be loving

And children of God

We continue our work

To  show that we care

To allow them to live and be willing to dare

To live and to love and to be

Course of impulses between the brain and the body

Course of impulses between the brain and the body (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

who they are

We can not dismiss them as the weak and the sick

For it could be us, walking on the end of that stick.