Perhaps the greatest story of "getting over it" is told in history; war, to be exact.
Today I saw the movie, "Battle Of The Bulge" (1965) A crack Nazi unit holds off the Allies during World War II. Cast: Henry Fonda, Robert Shaw, Robert Ryan, Dana Andrews, Charles Bronson, Telly Savalis. Dir: Ken Annakin. It's a beautiful picture and then, there's the story, to boot.
I see things more deeply, the older I get. It is leveling. When you are leveled, you can cope better. You see how to "get over it," but, you don't 'actually' get over it; you just know how to cope.
Some days, that's all it takes. Others, you lose; nothing matters.
It is Memorial Day weekend over here in the USA. Wouldn't it be magically grand if war was history and not now?
Thanks to all you soldiers, women and men, living, injured, and dead for your brave service.
27 May 2010
OIL
Here in New Orleans, the news is all about that BP fiasco. Fiasco puts it mildly.
I've been blogging about PTSD as I experienced it several times since Hurricane Katrina.
Now, my city is in intensive care - again!
BP's careless and greedy actions have created new and worse PTSD cases; more will follow.
Taking responsibility is small potatoes compared to the disaster. K-2 (the second Katrina) has longer-ranging effects than the Army Corps' levee lapses made clear by that storm.
I cringe every time the word 'spill' is misused. Milk spills. Oil gushes.
Audacity calling that disaster, 'spill.' It is PR manipulation. Who cries over spilt milk? No biggie, just a spill. This is exactly a biggie.
BP must address their error with every fisherman, tour operator and waiter ... whose life has been torpedoed. BP's substantial profits will go a long way toward make-goods.
BP PR honchos should earn their keep and "persuade" corporate "to do the right thing;" But, they are the same PR people who have kept the word "spill" afloat.
Kudos: Billy Nungesser and compatriots.
I've been blogging about PTSD as I experienced it several times since Hurricane Katrina.
Now, my city is in intensive care - again!
BP's careless and greedy actions have created new and worse PTSD cases; more will follow.
Taking responsibility is small potatoes compared to the disaster. K-2 (the second Katrina) has longer-ranging effects than the Army Corps' levee lapses made clear by that storm.
I cringe every time the word 'spill' is misused. Milk spills. Oil gushes.
Audacity calling that disaster, 'spill.' It is PR manipulation. Who cries over spilt milk? No biggie, just a spill. This is exactly a biggie.
BP must address their error with every fisherman, tour operator and waiter ... whose life has been torpedoed. BP's substantial profits will go a long way toward make-goods.
BP PR honchos should earn their keep and "persuade" corporate "to do the right thing;" But, they are the same PR people who have kept the word "spill" afloat.
Kudos: Billy Nungesser and compatriots.
24 May 2010
Monsters under the Bed
Is undepressed a word?
Somebody asked if I was depressed. No, I'm not, now. Time did its job for me.
I was in the blackest hole on earth - knocked for a loop by a "surprise-death." That figurative black hole was in my heart.
Once enough time had passed (time is different for everybody), I slowly started eating and sleeping again.
No appetite and no rest drained me of any splinter of verve I might have had left. "Your system is in turmoil," I was counseled by a dear, old friend.
Losing some (all?) of your heart, you are going to go within.
To move on when NO path shows you the way is tricky. You have to come out of yourself -- right after you climb out of that 'black hole.'
My remedy did not come about over night. It took about a year!
"Misadventures of a New Orleans Girl" is all about hurdles and getting over them.
Problems usually are temporary, unless you become mentally I'll over them.
Positive action, vision, motivation, get them on your side and always analyze situations. If you can't overcome the tragedy, then there's no use to worry.
(Girlfriend just wrote to me, "coco dans la merde." It's unrelated here, but, it made me laugh.)
Somebody asked if I was depressed. No, I'm not, now. Time did its job for me.
I was in the blackest hole on earth - knocked for a loop by a "surprise-death." That figurative black hole was in my heart.
Once enough time had passed (time is different for everybody), I slowly started eating and sleeping again.
No appetite and no rest drained me of any splinter of verve I might have had left. "Your system is in turmoil," I was counseled by a dear, old friend.
Losing some (all?) of your heart, you are going to go within.
To move on when NO path shows you the way is tricky. You have to come out of yourself -- right after you climb out of that 'black hole.'
My remedy did not come about over night. It took about a year!
"Misadventures of a New Orleans Girl" is all about hurdles and getting over them.
Problems usually are temporary, unless you become mentally I'll over them.
Positive action, vision, motivation, get them on your side and always analyze situations. If you can't overcome the tragedy, then there's no use to worry.
(Girlfriend just wrote to me, "coco dans la merde." It's unrelated here, but, it made me laugh.)
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