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Friday, November 13, 2009

A Poppy Tale


These are all pictures I've taken.
They are a part of my journey, a pictorial journey.
My poppy series is one of my favorites.
I was going to save these recent pictures of fall for a special time.
That time has come.
They tell an unexpected story.
I'll share it with you now.


Some days I feel twisted, unsure,
ensnared in this PTSD journey.


I look at the road ahead, and it looks confusing,
and terribly downhill.
I'm afraid I'll stumble or fall head first.


Then for a split second I see my path so clearly.
It's an uphill trip
but I know
it's totally worth the climb.


I'm not afraid to sit, and reflect on where I've been
or where I need to go.
It's standing still that scares me most....


Sometimes, especially in moments of inner ,clarity,
I see the fruits of my labor.
Glimpses of where this journey is taking me.


And sometimes...
The buried treasures in PTSD
is revealed to me in unexpected places.


Even if it makes me blue to look at it,
it's a part of the puzzle coming together.


It's in moments like these...


I see a clear reflection of me
through others who have fallen in trauma's arms,
and slept with the ghost of their pasts with no real rest.
It reminds me to remember
I'm not alone...


And even though I feel crumpled, and parched at times,
There is life stirring underneath the dry places.
And every life tells a story.
Every, single one....


Thank you everyone
For being apart of my journey to wholeness.
You've witnessed my tears, my fears,
heard my laughter, my triumphs,
And witnessed my many ups, and downs.
Your words bring me peace, and comfort
just as autumn calms my soul
with her long nights, short days.


I'll curl up in a chair this winter.
I want to finish writing my book.
And I'll reflect on others who've gone before me
like Lisa's Grandfather.
Read his story here, Poppies and Lost Dreams.
A soldier who never received help like I am for PTSD.

This post is for all the fallen giants, and young boys
who served in the military, and stood tall for us.
For those who never had
a safe place to go
Or never found their voice to tell their stories
of what they suffered, and witnessed, so we could be free.
R.I.P Grand-Pere
Your story has added a healing balm to my heart,
and given me courage to walk tall.
I'll walk tall for you, and myself.
There's no shame in PTSD.
~None~


17 comments:

  1. wow... this, I am speechless!
    Lille, thank you so very much for your beautiful words and thoughts! I'm so glad that his story helped you, really I had no idea when I wrote it how helpful it could be.
    It's perfect that his story should help others.

    Also, your photos are gorgeous!!! what a phenomenal photographer!

    Many Blessings along your Journey Lille, I am so happy to be a part of such a wondrous person's experience. :)

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  2. You are most welcome. That's how I felt reading his story. You write so beautifully. I know others will be moved, and healed, by reading your post. It helps me put my trauma in perspective. Thank you!

    And soon I'll be posting a finished painting. Happy Happy Joy Joy!! Lisa is the winner of the name the new digs contest. A soon as I can hold my head up a little better from the flu, I'll put the few finishing touches on it~ Sah-weet-sassy-molassy!

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  3. Beautiful pictures and words. Thanks for sharing. Hope you are feeling better...have a great weekend.

    xoxo

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  4. I want so badly to hug you right now... cooties and all! I love you!

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  5. The LIGHT in these photos is just so beautiful. And a heartfelt dedication - just lovely.

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  6. Well... to be honest, I'm sitting here a little stunned.
    You left the comment on my blog, and I quickly followed you back here to poke around.
    And like you, I suddenly feel as though I've found a kindred spirit.
    Thank you so much for your kind words. I'm so excited our paths have crossed.
    I love your blog. I love your creativity. You have a beautiful soul!

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  7. Such beautiful, soul-touching photos.

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  8. There is only fear in fear. No shame, just fear a nasty little meal that once eaten adds a character line on the face of boldness.

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  9. What wonderful poetry of photo's and thoughtful beauty of words. You have filled this post with a Healing Grace that fills the soul. A journey worth taking, though the path may be hard... as you say:
    "It's an uphill trip but I know it's totally worth the climb."
    May you continue to share your walk through life, enriching us with thought, Hope, Love and Compassion. We never walk alone...
    Love and Light, Nina P

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  10. Really enjoyed coming here and featuring your blog site on my own so others may come to see you, meet you, and read you.

    Have a wonderful time!

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  11. First, I want to thank you for droppin' by the Yaya! But, most of all....your writing is very profound and the pictures tell a beautiful story! I too am a "hippy" from the past and still live that way today here on the bayou.

    Thank you for sharing and giving so much of yourself to others! I look forward to getting to know you and reading more!

    xo...deb

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  12. There is no shame in overalls!
    I am laughing at my mischieviousness. Hard word to spell, incorrectlly or otherwise.
    I am so happy and relieved to see you on the road to recovery. There is a reason for everyone's truth. Hopefully the road to truth is easy-peasy, especially with overalls donned!

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  13. Oh lovely Lille! And those pictures are great. Makes me long for autumn (even though it's summer here!)

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  14. These photos are fantastic! Fall is my favorite time of year, so many beautiful colors everywhere.

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