A Rose's Lot

A rose cannot ask to be picked

Imprisoned by the bush it belongs too

and the root system from which it has grown to thrive

It is quite helpless

One Rose may cry to be left alone to grow and flourish

while another Rose begs to be plucked and given to passionate romance and a fleeting life

Both pleas go undetected

A rose may reach out to an admirer,

but its slight movement is mistaken

for the affects of a subtle breeze

A rose is one of those creations.

a victim of fatal theft

left to the whim of the one who has the power to pluck it

A rose, once plucked becomes regarded as only an object of admiration and desire

A common token of affection

Taken and given to be enjoyed for a short time

before it fades, whithers, and dies

An easy symbol of ones ardor for another

Every Rose has a story.

And, Before one plucks,

One should remember

A rose has thorns

natures attempt to protect its vulnerable beauty

To ward off those in search of an easy prize

And to remind the taker that the confiscation of this fragile bloom is not to be taken lightly

but rather painstakingly

with great care

WRC

Almost

Today, I almost could smell the ocean

Today, I almost screamed my head off

Today, I almost made the biggest mistake of my life

Today, I almost called

Today, I almost ran 3 miles without stopping

Today, I almost hated you

Today, I almost cried

Today, I almost laughed till I peed my pants!

Today, I almost lost a pound

Today, I almost smacked you

Today, I almost got all the laundry done

Today, I almost picked up a hitch hiker

Today, I almost gave that “bum” something to eat

Today, I almost ruined everything

Today, I almost ran down the street Naked

Today, I almost loved you.

Today, I almost did a lot of things

Oh well

Maybe Tomorrow

WRC

I am Woman Hear me Roar

I moan in ecstasy

I groan with the pain of childbirth

I cry for joy

I cry for grief

I giggle at first love

I sob for hearts broken

I laugh merrily

I weep bitterly

I speak carefully and profoundly

I talk too much

and without a filter

I bless

I curse

I sing my heart out in sweet incantation

I scream in anger

And someday,

when I am tired

and all utterances

escape my mind and ability

I will quietly and peacefully,

Sigh in death.

WRC

Fallacy

A Farce?

Truly you must know that that, cannot be true

comedic and entertaining are not fitting characteristics

anymore than  Hippopotamuses  are  fit for ballet

A legand?

No

Come now,

To characterize such  with the likes of Robin Hood or Sasquatch

who are you trying to fool?

And why?

A Lie?

No

This can't be true

A lie is by character and result a destruction of the soul

told from a weak and selfish heart

A Fallacy?

Yes

perhaps....

of the most divine nature.

That is a better description.

Illogical, Emotional, Irrational?

Full of holes and flaws?

Well,

It would have to be....

Aren't all other matters concerning the heart?

WRC

Thirsty

Thirsty

Alone

Dying

Parched

Searching

one after another

hallucinations of a spring ahead

lead me to hopeful wandering

according to my name

bleary eyed and swaggering I pursue this hope for survival

but I never arrive

my thirst is never quenched

I am left to roam this cruel desert wilderness

Alone

Dying

Parched

Searching

WRC

Words

Words

Isn't it profound, when you stop to think about the power that one human can have over another with words? And that the power that we have over each other depending on the context of the words spoken and heard can have such contradictory affects on the outcome of our hearts, our souls, our minds, our world...forever?

Words can wound deeply and cause pain, sorrow and grief

Words can be a healing balm to one's soul and bring comfort and joy

Words can bring war and enmity and sometimes unrecoverable decimation of one's world

Words can speak peace and friendship and hope for one's life

Words can cause hollow loneliness resulting in cold indifference

Words can bring fulfillment and bring a kindred, almost cosmic warmth along with passionate swells of emotion

Words can be nothing but empty promises and disappointments

Words can be everything that is trustworthy, sincere, and good

Words can bring Darkness and Deception

Words can bring Light and Truth

Words can bring imprisonment and damnation of mind, body , and soul

Words can bring Truth, Freedom, and Redemption

All this being said,

One might reason that there should be rules about the words we choose, who we choose to speak them to, and the timing in which we choose to speak them.....someone with enough wisdom and discretion to monitor or mediate these powerful dictions. But, there is no such supreme being and no such rules. Even if our choice leads to the most devastating of circumstances to ourselves or others...the words we speak our ultimately by our own choice.

One then, should choose wisely the words he/speaks to another for they may carry a greater meaning and power than you will ever know. 

WRC

Buried Treasure Part 2

Buried Treasure (part 2)

Was it safe?

this treasure I had found

could I trust myself with its safe keeping?

Or, would greed overtake me

Someday, in midst of trial

would I exploit this sacred find?

I thought of the life it could bring me

Riches, fame, status.

All that one could dream of and hope for

Could I trust myself?

Did I want even want what this treasure could bring me?

Surely it would not come without great sacrifice to the simple life I had come to love

For even the simplest minded must know that greatness does not come without such sacrifice.

I pondered this for a moment

maybe more

Its hard to say for sure, just how long

Time stood still as waves lapped in the distance.

I made my decision.

and before I could change my mind I started digging

I did not even afford myself the time to ponder the irony of it all

Me digging with all the pursuit of a crazed pirate looking for the treasure that I became transfixed with burying.

I dug deep

deeper

and deeper

My bare hands clawing at the the damp sand.

I dug until the safety of this treasure was secured

And, this is what I did.

I buried the treasure

for safe keeping

for another time

for another life.

-Wendolyn R. Cooper

Buried Treasure

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I came across a treasure once

in my journeying

I was not digging

piracy was not my pleasure

From the distance I could see its beauty

It was there laying in the sand

glimmering

mysterious

foreboding

Drawing nearer to the treasure

My heart pounding, I knew

this was a a rare find

priceless

the stuff of legend

thought not to exist

As I reached out my hand to take it

something about its splendor warned me

that it was not to be possessed

I decided it prudent to leave it where it lied

for another passerby

I started to walk away but couldn't

While dangerously beautiful

this treasure was also vulnerably precious

In need of protection

So, this is what I did

The only thing there was to do in my mind at the time

I picked it up

Carefully

Deliberately

with a heart of sacred care

not of greed

I wrapped it in plain brown paper

for safe keeping.

-Wendolyn R. Cooper

...cause we are living in a medicated world and I am an unmedicated girl....so far!

Depression is a  multi-dimesnional, multi symptom disease that has affected and  taken many past and present American lives. Coming from a  genetic background of deprsession and battling it myslef as well as watching close friends and family battle it as well, I felt compelled to share some of my thoughts on depression and the treatment of this plague that is sweeping through America.

Modern medicial technolgoy is a wonderful thing. There are now so many cures for diseases that would otherwise be fatal to us and our loved ones.  Many doctors are amazing individulas who have a true heart for helping others and who dedicate their lives to learning about the human body and its ailments, as well as be there for us when we need a diagnosis and treatment or a cure. I think it safe to say, that while many of us are wary, the majority of us are too trusing of that man or woman in a white coat and stethaschope hanging around his or her neck.

 We cannot forget that doctors are still  as human as we are, and that while I am sure most start their practices with noble resolution to give proper care to their patients, I think if really pressed for the truth, even the noblest of physicians could not claim immunity against the inevitable pressure to run a lucrative practice in this day and age and economy and eventually suucomb to the "chop shop" approach  resulting in minimal doctor patient time and, for lack of a better or more politically correct term, "drug pushing"  

Before I go on, I cannot emphasize enough that I do believe that depression is real and calls for careful and serious treatment, I am also aware that depression varies greatly in degrees of severity. However,  I  also believe that we have gone from one exteme of not recognizing depression and having proper treatment, to labeling just about anyone who is feeling sluggish and unhappy with his or her life as a "clinically depressed individual" I really do think, that we as doctors AND patients been giving depression far more credit than is due the credit in our offices and lives. As patients, we need to search oursleves and make sure we are not too willing to take the back seat when it comes to any of our health care needs, especially when confronted with the prospect of taking mind altering drugs. I can think of a myriad of things that would trigger symptoms of depression: Countinual stress, exhaustion, lack of nutrition, lack of excercise, traumatic experiences, family drama, marriage challenges/ failures, or deaths. It just seems to me that doctors need to be doing a lot more reffering out to specialist that can offer help for these symptoms rather than be so quick tp mask them with a pill.  I really think we need to listen to our symptoms NOT cover them up. Our bodies are incredibly intelligent creations and either we don't trust them enough or we are too busy running around like chickens with our heads cutt off to stop and listen. I heard a doctor talk about this kind of thing, and  I remember him saying something that stayed with me....he started out in the early part of his career being a "syptom treater", trying vigilantly to get his patients to get to the bottom of what they were feeling....but so many of his patients didn't want to put in the work. they really just wanted him to write that prescription, and after a while he stopped trying....let's not be guilty of contributing to that kind of laxidazical attitude when it comes to the only body we will ever have. I know that it is hard, we live in  a time where instant results and instant gratification rule our lives. We don't want to wait for anything!  

As I stated above, I come from a genetic background of clinical depression and continue to fight it myself.  I have considered going to the doctor to discuss treatment but I haven't reached the point where I feel ready to do that. 

I originally intended for this all to be one blog, but I have decided to break it up into seperate blogs, each expanding on a method that has been helpful for me to avoid seeking medication for my level of depression which are the following:

Get out of my world and look at the world around me

I analyze my level of nutrition and excercise habits

I analyze my spritual well being

I find someone to help

Again, I cannot emphasize enough that clinical depression is serious and I am not a doctor nor do I have any medical proof that the methods I am sharing will be effective for anyone else but myslef. 

Who's right is it anyway??

Ok, so, this is not a political blog spot I promise! I assure you, it is mere coincidince that my first entry is politic related.  Politics are simply in the forefront of my mind lately as I think they should be considering our country is facing what seems to me to be one of the biggest "fork in the road" elections of all time.  Each cadidate, worlds apart from each other on every aspect with opposing values and ideas when it come to what make America a great country consequently making both candidates out to protect very opposing sets of rights.

Speaking of "Rights" Does anyone even know what they are and who the hell they belong to? I haven been really struck lately by the contradictory nature of it all...below are some examples I wanted to share that never cease to blow me away. I also included some links that I have come across and found very informative.

Schools in Massachussets have the "right" to teach children about homosexual relationships, but the parents of those children do not have the "right" to choose to opt their children out of that exposure...not even on the grounds of their "religeous rights"

Homosexuals pursue the right to adopt and start a family, While many believe that a child should have every "right" to the normalcy of a nuclear family with a father and mother as male and female.

A teenage girl has the "right" to go and get an abortion without parental consent, but does not have the "right" to get her ears peirced without a guardian present.

Katie Perry  has excercises her "right" to tell my children on the radio with her top of the charts hit, that she kissed a girl and she liked it and that "its no big deal its innocent", but my child no longer has the "right" to tell someone about Jesus at school.  

Your School nurse has the "right" to counsel your daughter to consider abortion, an experience that will impact her life forever and may result in severe medical complications. She does not have the "right" to give your daughter Tylenol for a headache

A burglar has the "right" to break into my house while I am on vacation, get trapped in my garage forced to eat dog food to survive, and then file a law suit against me for his traumatic experience- and win!

I don't have the "right" to shoot the bastard!

A  woman clutches to  the "right to choose" while the unborne's "rights to live" slip through their perfectly formed little fingers. 

More to come....please share some of YOUR mind blowers!

Welcome!

Greetings everyone and Welcome to Wendybird's Eye View!

Over the years, I have been inspired to write....about lots of things.... familiy dynamics, human sexuality, politics, religeon, spirituality, music, entertainment, art, etc. I find writing to be both theraputic and educational.  It forces me to expand, organize and document some thoughts that would otherwise be lost forever in the shuffle of every day life. 

For a long time now, I hear my ponderings turning into essays in my mind...not well formed,  more chunks and bits and somewhat scattered pieces of some really good thoughts, information, and perspective that never go anyhwere but to a few friends and family. 

So, I don't have any agenda for this blog except to give myslef an outlet for some of this stuff churning around in my head, and to give others the opportunity to share in that with me. Please expect to find a wide variation of topics! I hope you are intrigued.....at least a little. I value your comments and feedback so please, dont be shy!