These days, it’s difficult to identify one thing that frightens me, because there are so many frightening things out there.
What frightens me on this day includes
the increase in COVID cases and death,
large gatherings of people,
the state of the world,
the state of my country,
crazy conspiracy theories,
the number of people who believe crazy conspiracy theories,
Trump’s increasingly outrageous behaviors, and
people who do not call out outrageous behaviors.
Is there one thing that frightens you in my latest photos?
Has that cow been frightened off of its base?
Things that frighten you, me, and others have inspired my new song, entitled “What’s Your Fear, My Dear?” for my frighteningly ambitious new project, Therapy: The Musical. I plan to work on my first musical during the dark and frightening weeks of the New England winter.
One thing that does NOT frighten me is sharing my ideas here, so here are some lyrics from “What’s Your Fear, My Dear?”
What is the inspiration for today’s blog post title?
It’s this card, which the inspiring Carla from cardiac rehab wrote for me, yesterday:
That is the inspiration for me to share this definition for “inspiration.”
1. the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative.
“Helen had one of her flashes of inspiration”
synonyms: creativity, inventiveness, innovation, ingenuity, genius, imagination, originality
2. the drawing in of breath; inhalation.
As you draw in your next breath, pause a minute and think about this:
What is the inspiration for you?
That question is the inspiration for me to list some inspirations, here and now:
My late parents.
My son Aaron.
My boyfriend Michael.
Other kind people I encounter, every day.
The beauty I see all around me.
Things that make me laugh.
Bravery in others.
Delicious and healthy food.
Hope for the future.
Acceptance of what is.
Faith in myself and others
Learning new things.
Taking time to heal.
My iPhone camera.
One thing I photographed yesterday was the inspiration for Carla from Cardiac Rehab to talk, non-stop, for several minutes. Can I inspire you to guess what inspired her so?
Carla’s inspiration was …
… Mort, the hedgehog, who is riding high in a surgical mask, who always wears that hat, who gets dressed up in various outfits, and who, one morning, was all packed to go to Las Vegas but “he missed his flight.” Nevertheless, Mort is the still the inspiration for many inspiring people who attend cardiac rehab at Mount Auburn Hospital.
What is the inspiration for my musical selection this morning? I just searched YouTube for “inspiration music” and found this:
I’m hoping this post is the inspiration for you to leave a comment, below.
For all the inspirations who helped me create today’s post and for you — of course! — here’s one more inspiration from yesterday:
I hope this blooming post finds you blooming well on this blooming beautiful October morning.
Speaking of blooming, all my blooming doctors and everybody else who sees me says that I look blooming wonderful as I am blooming and recovering from my blooming valve replacement surgery last month.
My blooming friend, Carol, gave us a blooming plant soon after my blooming boyfriend and I got home from blooming Rochester, Minnesota, where I had my blooming open heart surgery.
As you can see in that blooming photo, that plant has a lot more blooming to do. As a matter of fact, I took that blooming photo moments after my blooming boyfriend, Michael, was saying out loud to that blooming plant: “Bloom! Bloom!”
Would you like to blooming see all my other blooming photos from yesterday?
Yesterday, I bid a fond farewell to my beloved Mazda3, which I am donating to Make-a-Wish, a non-profit foundation granting wishes to children with life-threatening illnesses. Long may my Mazda and Make-a-Wish run.
That’s Mark, one of the many trusted and trusty mechanics from P & M Service Center. Long may he and his business run! Mark eased the pain of my goodbye yesterday by running by me several amusing and amazing stories of other people having trouble letting go and saying goodbye to their cars. For example, he told me about a relative who had decided to donate a car to a charity and then at the last minute said to Mark, “I love this car! I can’t let it go! I want to keep this car and donate my new car — which I hate — instead!” Mark said to her, “Sorry, that’s not going to happen.”
Because I’m a psychotherapist, every time I turn myself around I encounter somebody wanting to turn themselves around, towards health and a better life.
Yesterday, I turned myself around at work and saw this:
Later that day, during a turn-yourself-around therapy group, I turned myself around to describe how our lives turn around and around and around, while we grow and learn. (If you want to turn yourself around to learn more about that, turn yourself to the sixth blog post I turned out here — The Ascending Coil.)
Then, I turned myself around to meet my boyfriend Michael, and we turned ourselves around towards Norfolk, Massachusetts to attend a memorial service for his late mother.
When her five children, nephews, nieces, and grandchildren turned themselves around to remember and honor her, I turned myself around to take a few photos:
That’s Bobby, my boyfriend Michael’s nephew. When Bobby turned himself around to ask me if I was still blogging, I turned myself around to answer, “Every day.”
Would any of my other photos from yesterday help anybody turn themselves around?
I am now going to turn myself around, towards YouTube, for some turn-yourself-around tunes for today (here and here):
Now I shall turn myself around to thank all those who helped me create this turn-yourself-around post and you — of course!! — for turning yourself around towards here, today.