The Joy of doing Handwriting

I remember how desperately I tried and never could really write as beautifully as others... my hand was never that fluid for whatever reason.. and as I got older and began doing things like lifting boxes at work, the muscles in my hands got bigger and I feel like I have winter gloves on because of that... Try writing neatly when you have big clunky fingers. or you use the muscles in them or hard tasks and not the little bitty ones. like hand sewing, doe instance.... THAT is one factor... 

I have found that the more I do little tasks and write instead of typing all the time, the better my writing is is, but knowing how and being sloppy aren't the same thing

I studied handwriting analysis for several years and used it as a fun game for people who wanted to see if it worked, many years ago and maybe you should be prod that your son has messy writing, if it shows a swift penstroke as well...because another factor effecting handwriting is factor is the swiftness of the mind. Highly intelligent people tend to have messy writing because their hand is slower than their mind when they are writing and trying to put the thought down before it flies past and is forgotten..

People DO need to know how to read and write cursive.

If they don't like doing it, tell them, as my mother (an artist) did, that it's like having your hand figure skating and to feel the freedom in it as you release thoughts to paper. ~.There is a wonderful feeling that comes from designing words and creating mental pictures with them, and at the same time, creating a visual work of art, and feeling the feel of different pens and pencils and tips while moving your arm and hand and flexing your fingers, as your mind glides across a piece of paper, feeling even the various textures of that, and the different pressures used, and the color s and kind of ink or "lead" used... 

No two handwritings are alike... so you are also leaving a bit of yourself wherever you have left a piece of handwriting ... Typing something and having a computer print it all that  individuality is lost

Printing is needed as well, of course, but printing is like walking through the woods when you have time and handwriting is like swift figure skating on a big wide lake covering a lot of thought in a little time

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The Running of the Wild Dog Packs

 I remember the running of the wild dog packs (as a child in the 50s) in the early Spring when the snow was still on the ground. We would hear them coming through the woods and my parents told us to stay close to the house. They said that there were packs of wild dogs (probably coyotes too along with any dog that happened to want to join in, I suppose, since there were no leash laws to speak of, back in the 50s) and that they were hungry and killing deer weakened by the winter.so that only the strongest and healthiest would have babies and that would ensure that there was enough food and shelter to keep the herds from dying out... I remember that happening in the early Spring when the snow was still on the ground. We would hear them coming through the woods and my parents told us to stay close to the house

But as progress moved in more and more, with wild dog packs becoming a thing of the past, leash laws keeping other dogs from joining in, and only the coyotes still around, mostly in small numbers for a long time, and with fewer people hunting, the herds grew and in the 1980s I remember many of them were scrawny and sick and began to die off (again) which is why they have the 'events' such as the culling at Vassar Farm these days... and we who live in the Hudson Valley know that the herds grow very fast around here, these days, even so, considering we find them in the streets and on the lawns in cities and towns, as even more of their natural space is diminishing

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For L.N. .... BLAZE THE LIGHT I KNOW YOU ARE

Some of us are going through very difficult times lately..... again

The worst they can do is make life miserable and make us suffer, so kill them with kindness... and ignore them asap... because there is also love and there are blessings... and this life isn't forever... but Life Itself IS... I know this to be true... I have seen the other side... I have had past life memories...

....and I met again one I knew who died when he was 12 and we met again when he was in his 40s... He had problems then and he never let them go... They seem to have come from ancient times, in a dream I had soon after he died at 12... where he was a prince who killed his father by pushing him as he said NO to being a warrior...The king slipped and fell and broke his his head on a stone floor and died, so he ran away...because he didn't want to be a king and have that kind of power over people... He was a musician and a gentle one then......

... When I saw him in his 40s,in this life, I saw his mannerisms and heard his words... He looked different, but I recognized him as surely as I would someone I met in the dark that I had known before...He was terribly wronged ... but he nurtures that pain and anger ... I don't know why but he cannot seem to let go of the pain and anger, and he is only getting angrier because noone can get through to him.. and he feels very alone, but refuses to let go...
Our friendship picked up where it left off, and we really helped one another for a few years, but it was sooo difficult to deal with his "demons"...and I know he loves me as a friend and person, but then he gets angry and pushed me away and I couldn't bear it anymore... He was so caustic... I had to let go...He repeats his story of pain and suffering and anger like Gollum... It's boring to see and hear him digging the rut ever deeper... He could do nice things but he would never really SAY nice things and many times he would just turn like a snake. .. so great is his fear of loving and being so horribly betrayed again ... It may take many lifetimes for him to change... I know he will but when I don't know...
Don't let that happen to you... Never let them turn you from who you REALLY are...THIS world isn't all there is... Be the LIGHT you really are

I know you are hurting and so tired and it's ok to be angry ... You have no idea how angry I get toward those who have no compassion and tell lies, but I fight with myself not to think about it. Sometimes we are living the hell and it's impossible not to be very angry and say things like this... I know.... Inside myself, I do it too... and in the past I said it aloud to those who were making me suffer, but most of the time I didn't shout it, I frowned and grumbled it and growled it under my breath... and then went and sat with nature or alone in a room where I felt safe and warm and slept a lot..

Sleep and eat and and be silent for a time., as you can.... and remember YOU ARE UNIQUE ... THERE IS ONLY ONE YOU... AND YOU ARE PRECIOUS... BORN OF THE LIGHT