April 14th, 2008


Better, of course...Monday morning NON blues!

This is my way of coping with the blues, with depression. When I feel (rather rare for me, thank goodness!) I just put
out that official notification, "I am down"! and I know that the
people who care will immediately buoy me up with their messages.

I suppose different people handle depression differently; some like to
retire into their shells, lick their wounds and come out when they are
better...but me, I shout loud and clear for help...and I *always* get
help and each loving message helps me enormously in getting back on
even keel.

I am a looooong way from the serenity I want to achieve...but
meanwhile.... I *know* that I am cared for and appreciated, but every
now and then, the shadow falls over my eyes, and I yell for help!

Those who commented and those who didn't but who, I know, do care for me...thank you so much. I am not too proud to ask for help when I need it, and I receive it in ample measure immediately.

I am quite myself again, and the prevailing emoticon is :) now....the barometer is set to "fair".

OK, the reason for the down: I had lost touch with someone who lived with my family for 7 years, and to whom I had been very close. I heard last week that he died of lung cancer, at the age of 58. I like his wife, his sisters were very close to me too....I felt so very miserable that I, who am NOT a person who loses touch, had done exactly that...for over 15 years I had no contact with them, as they, and I (before the internet, of course!) moved around where work (or spouse's work) took us....how I wished I had been to visit him once....those empty regrets that keep on coming up to disturb the mind and heart.

Now I am forgiving myself for the lapse, trying to realize that these things happen, and making a resolve to keep in touch with everyone, even though at times it IS overwhelming to try and do so.


Attributed to Pastor Martin Niemoeller (1892- 1984) about the inactivity of the German intellectuals during the rise of the Nazis to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.

They came first for the Communists. And I didn't speak up, because I wasn't a Communist.
And then they came for the trade unionists. And I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist.
And then they came for the Jews. And I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew.
And then they came for me....and by that time, there was no one left to speak up.

Thanks to Das (Dasarathi of Cadem Technologies ) for this lovely poem. He quoted the first line in this month's quiz of QuizFamilies.....

And somehow, in my mind, this poem reminds me of this song by Simon and Garfunkel