Motivation

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Photo credits: KellieElmore
http://kellieelmore.com

Photo credits: Kellie Elmore

James’ wife had left him and took the children too.  She told him it was no longer safe with his alcohol induced rages.  He lost his job. He still drank day after day, night after night. He’d finally hit the lowest of lows.  What could he do?  His friends shunned him, his family no longer trusted him and now he was alone.

James tried selling house items that might give him more cash for “drink” but soon there was little left.  He called his favourite aunt and asked for help.  She offered to bring him to hospital for detox and from there he would have to decide his future.   He called Alcoholics Anonymous.  He wanted his family back, he wanted his self-respect back…and that motivated him to work the programme (AA) until he could find the courage to ask his wife to take him back.

Every day he went to meetings.  His sponsor was a kind man and after 6 months, he offered James a good job.  He was originally a brilliant Chartered Accountant and his sponsor saw his potential in offering him this opportunity.

He worked long hours and continued with his meetings.  After he got his one year chip, James asked his wife if she would consider getting back with him so they could be a family again.  His love for his wife and family motivated him to persevere with this difficult struggle with addiction.

Many years passed and the family fell apart eventually again.  James had drifted into over working and dating many women.  He lived a single life far away from his family and over the years he slipped back into his addiction.  He’d been faced with adversity, pain and suffering and he could not handle it.

James eventually found his true love…his purpose to motivate him to stop drinking again.  His love for himself…to regain his self-respect he had to find love for self first.

The End.

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, January 4, 2014

Story prompted from DungeonPrompts, Season 2, Prompt #1 Motivation

Precious Friendships

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Friendship is a precious gift I so  treasure

many relationships I tenderly embrace

a true friendship withstands the pressure

when you are placed face to face

with differences of opinions and adversity

but I take this as an opportunity

to grow and go with the flow

sometimes I even advocate for diversity.

You see how friendships make me grow?!

Let us not talk of those present in my life..

I’d need a book or two to fill the richness

some angels have brought in my life.

They know who they are…

it’s a heartfelt sense of pure love…

 

And then there are friends who are

just passing through for a little while.

 

Some friends are here for just a season

like delightful school chums and working buddies;

that special friend that shared a desk

a coffee, a muffin in such and such a class.

 

Grace, who shared her deep dark secret

I listened, she cried, I listened some more;

who knew I might be faced with a similar

dilemma a few years down the road!?

 

Oh and that committee friend that made me laugh,

that task force we were sitting on that year.

How she helped me not take things so seriously.

 

My sailing and walking friend by the lake

great times spent for leisure’s sake;

 

But,some friends are here for a reason

and once departed I might see why;

 

Louise who encouraged me to keep

on trying to have a baby…

she knew the agony

the despair of waiting,

she too waited ten years

…my  seven  seems trivial  by far.

 

My dearest neighbour and midnight friend,

Janet, how we shared so much together,

to speak aloud of what we shared

… oh my God!!! we’d never

be able to find this same measure

of  understanding….of such treasured

secrets…shared in strict confidence.

 

She blessed my life with her love of life

her immense patience that  unfortunately

did not rub off enough on me, but still,

it saved me and the kids tumultuous times;

it kept my marriage intact for a few more years

holding on, walking,  talking, burning her ears.

she taught me to relax and play more

enjoy the kids, just play and roll on the floor

and be silly and just BE.

 

And Wayne,  why did he leave so fast?

I still can’t accept he’s gone at last!

he was my boss, my colleague,

my dearest friend.

We shared our woes of so many things

relationships, partners and our children, too.

Oh how he was such an amazing dad!

And what a cook he was …a great chef!

feeding his daughter’s umpteen pals

he was the most  fabulous dad of them all!

And then he left this plane for good.

My only true consolation is that

someday I will meet them all in that

other dimension…up there or around here;

my family awaits too also near. 

We’ll have a bash, a pint of beer!

when my time comes they’ll all be here. 

For friendships past and present too,

I’m blessed, I’m rich, and thank all of you.

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts,  originally written on November 3, 2013

Dungeon Prompts on Friendship

What is PEACE?

 

Simple Sunday with Artist Delawer Omar     http://www.friendburst.com

What is peace
but an attitude
that will release
any inquietude;
it’s worry free
battle free
bully free
racist free
bigot free,
colour blind,
faithfully liberal
remarkably kind,
spiritually lenient
exceptionally charitable
massively tolerant
conflict free
purely carefree.

Childlike mentality
innocent, trusting,
seeking hospitality
lucent thinking.
Peace is never ever
second guessing
there’d be clever
deeds ever deceitful;
when there’s peace
all acts are truthful;
all is authentic
genuine, real.
like the Velveteen Rabbit
who became at peace
once he became real.
Peace is harmony
relating in accord
never feeling discord
what a lovely place
to be
when making peace
an essential
fundamental base
to perpetuate
to nurture
to promulgate
in one’s future.
Peace is love
love is peace
becoming one.
You,
I,
we…
are one,
living in peace.

© Cheryl-Lynn – originally written October 26, 2013

Dungeon Prompts – Week 11: Peace – Just a Word? What does it mean to you?

The good, the bad and the ugly.

 

This week’s Dungeon Prompt Week #10 is:  

Entitlement Ideology – Making Up the Rules as We Go (running from October 17 – October 23)

 

Gov.t ordered to turn over residential school file

Photograph courtesy of The Canadian Press

This exercise prompted me to look at the Good, the Bad and The Ugly of entitlement. This first part is the Bad and the Ugly, the last piece starts as Good and then, it all goes to interpretation, I suppose.

“As to the Indians, the guiding principle was, promise them anything just so long as they get out of the way”.- Stephen Ambrose

The above quote bothers me to no end.  I realize Canada is “starting” to make progress in talking with our First Nations People but still, we all know they have a lot of hours, days, months and  years before Aboriginal people in Canada can actually feel a positive change.  We, disregarded their rights and privileges.   We robbed them of entitlement to their land, to their culture and their language.  Residential schools comes to mind and yes, I AM talking about it still…the ramifications of such a travesty, of such oppression will trickle down for generations. It will take that long so their healing can commence.

Two years ago, I was privileged to be part of a group from our youth line to visit a reserve in Northern Ontario and ask youths in that community how we could better meet their needs.  The day before our meeting, my colleagues and I took a brisk walk near an old residential school outside of the reserve; the ghostly feeling walking around there was so eerie.  In our group, a young woman who was part of this pilot project told us stories she had heard from her grandmother and great-auntie who had been forced to go to this school.  Most of these youths had no clue they were thousands of miles from their homes. So when a youth tried to run away,  can only imagine the despair learning when caught to return to the school, the despair …they could not and would not see their family for, to them, a lifetime!

I cringed to imagine of youths as young as 4 and 5 that were literally ripped from the arms of their mothers and fathers by the RCMP.    Can you actually imagine such a thing?!

I recall speaking to a youth several years ago who proudly talked about a journal her grandmother had recounting her sad and tragic experiences in residential schools.  It’s important to document, to remember.  Part of healing IS remembering.

What is so sad about these calamities is that many First Nations People of that generation who were “condemned” to those schools, were brainwashed…told from 5 years old until they were 18 to speak ONLY English, to comply to a Christian religion of the white man, to forget their mother tongue and their culture…only to return to their homes as young adults having lost their identities totally.  They could not even communicate now their families.  They were confused as to who they were and feeling they could not fit in anywhere.  How can one heal from this?

Imagine you are taken away from your mom at an age where you cannot grasp certain concepts developmentally at the mere age of 4 or 5, punished if you speak to your sibling in your mother tongue and told over and over how ONLY the white man’s language, religion and ways are the right way. What an oxymoron…the right way is to oppress, abuse physically and emotionally? Let us not forget the sexual abuse as well…yes, the white man felt entitled to rob these people of their own rights in the guise of “it’s for their own good.” That sounds like the parent who hits his child and says, “It’s for your own good.”

This is but a small example of our country, our government who robbed our First Nations People of their entitlements…land, culture, language

Related Articles:

A History of Residential Schools in Canada

The Residential School System

 

This prompt of Entitlement also reminded me of the students protesting last summer 2012.

They walked the streets

for months and months

insist they couldn’t eat.

they said the fees

were way too high

refusing to comply.

they walked the streets

for months and months

banging their pots and pans.

they said they had a right

to demonstrate and march

still making their demands.

they walked the streets

for months and months

banging their pots and pans.

they stopped the students

at any time from going

to their classes.

and then they’d band

anyone from entering

so they could make demands.

they walked the streets

for months and months

banging their pots and pans.

They even blocked

Jacques Cartier Bridge

and said it was their right.

they made a lot of messes

without regard for classes.

self-righteous, they continued

to fight for what they claimed.

they walked the streets

for months and months

banging their pots and pans.

A week or two was fine

I even thought that cool

that youths would get involved,

to be part of a change.

But reasoning was not

to be part of their plan.

simply, me myself and I

the only game they had in mind.

Entitlement

was what they claimed

their only actual aim

for this important game.

They said it was their right.

and these were youths

who one day might

eventually run our state!

now that I’d really hate!

 

 

People gather at the start of a protest to mark the 100th day of a students strike, in Montreal, Tuesday, May 22, 2012. (Ryan Remiorz/THE CANADIAN PRESS/Ryan Remiorz/THE CANADIAN PRESS)

Photograph courtesy of The Globe and Mail

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, originally written October 19, 2013

 

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