I do not like New Year's resolutions. I think people intend good things with them, but usually, someone makes a dramatic statement about how this is going to be the year they run a marathon, lose 50 pounds, travel the world, complete their bucket list, etc. and then by the end of January, real life and their familiar comfort zones beckon, and the intended dreams fall by the wayside. I think the reason it bothers me is that it does not cultivate a "Change now!" mentality. Anyone that talks about goal setting and life coaching will tell you that if you want to make a change, you just do it. Nothing grand about it, just make one change that day. The next day, either decide again to make that change or build upon it until it becomes a habit. Habits and practice are the only way to make an everlasting change.
Hello. I am the pot calling the kettle black.
I do not like New Year's resolutions, but I do like the end of the year and reflecting on where I've been the past 12 months and whether I've grown or stagnated. When I think about December 2012 and read some things I wrote during that time, I have a mixture of satisfaction and frustration. Satisfaction, obviously, is for the positive changes in my life. This is easy to mull over, mentally mark as complete, and file away. The frustrations are more interesting, usually. Despite the growth I know I have made year over year, I tend to still view life as an awkward 16-year old trying to determine what things mean. I do not know if this ever goes away.
For this particular year, I know for certain I have made spiritual progress. I do not say that in an arrogant "I am closer to God" way, but just a realistic self-evaluation. It often feels as though I am just beginning my spiritual journey with God. I think I have progressed so far ahead and then the curtain falls back and I realize just how far I have to go. I think this year's big focus for me has been realizing and accepting Divine Grace. Growing up in an environment where affection and value had to be earned, it has been a long mental struggle allowing myself to believe that just being God's adopted child is enough.
I would get jealous when I heard of people that had some sort of epiphany one day about their religious life. I never had an "Aha!" moment where I instantly realized that I was a "Christian" in every sense of the word. When I consider that now, however, I don't know that an instant moment is what I would need to make an everlasting change. God clearly already knows that about me.
I am better off setting a foundation, building upon it until it's set in stone, and then moving on to the next stage. I have always considered myself to be more of an endurance person than a sprinter, and this filters into all facets of my life: work, relationships, health, hobbies, etc. My intent is not to downplay those who have another view, but I see the quicker things as superficial, rushed, inauthentic, and half-hearted.
Unfortunately, like many others, I learn best in hindsight. Trial and error have been my best teachers. As you already know, I am inarguably stubborn and I have trouble listening to the advice of others. I have to fall on my own face before I will listen to someone telling me the way is treacherous and slippery. I rarely realize in the moment that I have changed. It is not until later that I realize the progress over the past month/year/etc., when I take stock in where I am, and realize that something is different. I do like surprises, though...
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MercyMe - Shake
I just can't believe
Where my life was at
All that I know is that my heart was broken
And I don't ever wanna go back
Ain't no explanation
How I saw the light
He found me and set me free
And it brought me back to life
Blame it on the transformation
Changed down to the core
His love is real
And I can't sit still
Cuz my name's not shamed no more
Great God Almighty, gonna change this
Great God Almighty, He gonna change me
You gotta shake, shake, shake
Like you're changed, changed, changed
Brand new looks so good on you
So shake like you've been changed
Come on and shake, shake
Shake like you've been changed
Shake, shake, shake like you changed
Maybe He came to you
When everything seemed fine
Or maybe your world was upside down and hit you right between the eyes
No matter when it happened
At 7 or 95
Move your feet ‘cause you are free
And you've never been more alive
You gotta shake, shake, shake
Like you're changed, changed, changed
Brand new looks so good on you
So shake like you've been changed
Come on and shake, shake, shake
Shake like you changed, changed, changed
Shake, shake, shake like you changed
Brand new looks so good on you
So shake like you've been changed
Come on and shake, shake, shake
Shake like you changed, changed, changed
Shake, shake, shake like you changed
Shake, Shake
Great God Almighty gonna change me
Great God Almighty, He gone and changed me
No matter when it happened
At 7 or 95
Move your feet, ‘cause you are free
And you've never been more alive
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Relationships Revisited
Relationships, oh, how you mock me.
I feel at a crossroads right now. I have recently been trying again to focus on my personal relationship with God and making him my source of love, strength, and healing. I haven't been using this as a retreat from the world-more of a regrouping. Each time I attempt to have this happen, somehow a distraction appears. Not always a bad distraction-usually, it is something very good, but a distraction nonetheless.
I believe I have mentioned before, but I am a very literal person. I understand metaphors, but I always wonder the origins and the reasoning for an individual phrase. On my way to vespers for St. Nicholas tonight, I listened to a song that talked about moving mountains. I considered the referenced bible verse:
"Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:20)
When I was little, I thought it literally meant to move physical mountains. I should be able to rearrange the earth, right? I thought I lacked faith because I couldn't even get a grain of sand to move with my prayers. You may laugh now, but this was a serious concern for me, and I inferred that I must not love God enough, and that he wasn't listening to me because I just didn't believe hard enough.
Of course, I came to understand that it meant trials in life and overcoming the temporary frailties of this life. More recently though, I have considered that maybe it does not mean removing the trials, but just removing the consternation and conflicting emotions that the trials bring that cause separation from God. The trials themselves are rarely the issue. It is the surrounding doubts, internal turmoil, and resulting insecurities that cause the biggest damage.
One thing I've learned in 2013 is that I am an idol worshipper. I don't care about celebrities, gold statues, fast cars, etc., but I put several things ahead of God. It doesn't always grieve me to upset God, but I get emotional about things I have attached to here in this life. I am almost certain God doesn't give me a couple of things I currently ask for because He knows it will just deter me from seeking Him. We'll see who's more stubborn... ;)
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We Won't Be Shaken - Building 429
This world has nothing for me
This life is not my own
I know you go before me
And I am not alone
This mountain rises higher
This way seems so unclear
But I know that you go with me
I will trust in you
Whatever will come my way
Through fire or pouring rain
We won't be shaken
No we won't be shaken
Whatever tomorrow brings
Together we'll rise and sing
That we won't be shaken
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh
No we won't be shaken
You know my every longing
You've heard my every prayer
You've held me in my weakness
Cause you are always there
So I'll stand in full surrender
It's your way and not my own
My mind is set on nothing less
Than you and you alone
I will not be moved oh
Whatever will come my way
Through fire or pouring rain
We won't be shaken
No we won't be shaken
Whatever tomorrow brings
Together we'll rise and sing
That we won't be shaken
I feel at a crossroads right now. I have recently been trying again to focus on my personal relationship with God and making him my source of love, strength, and healing. I haven't been using this as a retreat from the world-more of a regrouping. Each time I attempt to have this happen, somehow a distraction appears. Not always a bad distraction-usually, it is something very good, but a distraction nonetheless.
I believe I have mentioned before, but I am a very literal person. I understand metaphors, but I always wonder the origins and the reasoning for an individual phrase. On my way to vespers for St. Nicholas tonight, I listened to a song that talked about moving mountains. I considered the referenced bible verse:
"Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:20)
When I was little, I thought it literally meant to move physical mountains. I should be able to rearrange the earth, right? I thought I lacked faith because I couldn't even get a grain of sand to move with my prayers. You may laugh now, but this was a serious concern for me, and I inferred that I must not love God enough, and that he wasn't listening to me because I just didn't believe hard enough.
Of course, I came to understand that it meant trials in life and overcoming the temporary frailties of this life. More recently though, I have considered that maybe it does not mean removing the trials, but just removing the consternation and conflicting emotions that the trials bring that cause separation from God. The trials themselves are rarely the issue. It is the surrounding doubts, internal turmoil, and resulting insecurities that cause the biggest damage.
One thing I've learned in 2013 is that I am an idol worshipper. I don't care about celebrities, gold statues, fast cars, etc., but I put several things ahead of God. It doesn't always grieve me to upset God, but I get emotional about things I have attached to here in this life. I am almost certain God doesn't give me a couple of things I currently ask for because He knows it will just deter me from seeking Him. We'll see who's more stubborn... ;)
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We Won't Be Shaken - Building 429
This world has nothing for me
This life is not my own
I know you go before me
And I am not alone
This mountain rises higher
This way seems so unclear
But I know that you go with me
I will trust in you
Whatever will come my way
Through fire or pouring rain
We won't be shaken
No we won't be shaken
Whatever tomorrow brings
Together we'll rise and sing
That we won't be shaken
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh
Oooh Oh Oh
No we won't be shaken
You know my every longing
You've heard my every prayer
You've held me in my weakness
Cause you are always there
So I'll stand in full surrender
It's your way and not my own
My mind is set on nothing less
Than you and you alone
I will not be moved oh
Whatever will come my way
Through fire or pouring rain
We won't be shaken
No we won't be shaken
Whatever tomorrow brings
Together we'll rise and sing
That we won't be shaken
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Capes and Carpets
Oh. My. I have been gone quite a while. This has been for a couple of reasons: I started a new job, I have been keeping busy with dog rescue work, and honestly, I haven't really felt the need to write.
What has changed, you may ask? I suppose I have begun another cycle of introspection. I tend to flow in and out of seasons of desiring change and of just coasting. It's not a negative thing. If I focus too much, I will beat myself up very badly; if I don't focus enough, I won't change at all.
Several people have commented on the idea that I am "Superwoman." They tell me I should let my guard down and let someone help me. My response is, "Who? Are YOU volunteering to be that someone?" Usually, the response is either an awkward silence or an embarrassed hemming and hawing, finally responding with "No, but someone."
I have taken care of myself for so long, I don't know how to be any other way, but honestly, it's not out of choice. I would LOVE for someone to come along, not necessarily to take care of me, but for me to lean on. Taking care of everything around me is tiring; making it look like I have everything taken care of, or seemingly don't care when it's tearing me up inside, is debilitating.
I'm not going to lie: I will always be a strong woman, and most likely the guy I end up marrying (if it happens) is going to have a feisty, opinionated warrior on his hands; BUT, the only reason I have been "Superwoman"(which is a false label, anyway) is because I have HAD to.
In my past experiences with people close to me, whenever I leaned on them, the carpet got pulled out from under me. I learned early on that people will disappoint you, even the ones purporting to be your caretaker and /or in your inner circle, so I stopped leaning on people. Not a surprising reaction.
I have to consciously fight against my trained tendency to close myself off, and a few times, I have even managed to ask for help! I still don't really believe people when they promise me things they will do for me. I'm more of a "I'll believe it when it happens" kind of person, especially with certain people that have proved that their promises really don't mean much to them. I take promises VERY seriously.
I struggled long and hard with trusting God as well because if people disappoint you, it's one thing; but if God disappoints you, where do you go? My heart would break in exponential measurements, if such a thing could be measured. In the Orthodox church, we have one or more Psalms read in each service. It is comforting to hear David, one of God's chosen and beloved, making statements that strike a chord somewhere within me or that I have uttered in my life at one time or another. The Psalms as far as content are all over the map, i.e. praising, seeking, confessing, etc. They encompass so many emotions all within a span of 150 verses. As Orthodox Christians, we are to read the Psalms in their entirety at least once every week(the early monks did this daily). If you read nothing else in the Bible for the week, at least reading the Psalms puts your mind in a good reflective state. I'm not saying I make this happen every week, but it's a goal. :)
In a world that emphasizes partnering with people, I find it challenging to be just with God and to be okay with that. I have considered though that in the Garden of Eden, Adam had God and all the animals to himself, and he STILL needed someone else––someone to complete him, although she came out of him. When I think about that, I don't feel so guilty having a desire for someone in addition to God.
So, until the day I have a partner in crime, I plan my life for me and only me, I make no expectations of people in my life, and I will continue pretending to be "Superwoman" as long as my cape is needed to protect me.
On THAT note, I will be spending Thanksgiving Day with the pups.
What has changed, you may ask? I suppose I have begun another cycle of introspection. I tend to flow in and out of seasons of desiring change and of just coasting. It's not a negative thing. If I focus too much, I will beat myself up very badly; if I don't focus enough, I won't change at all.
Several people have commented on the idea that I am "Superwoman." They tell me I should let my guard down and let someone help me. My response is, "Who? Are YOU volunteering to be that someone?" Usually, the response is either an awkward silence or an embarrassed hemming and hawing, finally responding with "No, but someone."
I have taken care of myself for so long, I don't know how to be any other way, but honestly, it's not out of choice. I would LOVE for someone to come along, not necessarily to take care of me, but for me to lean on. Taking care of everything around me is tiring; making it look like I have everything taken care of, or seemingly don't care when it's tearing me up inside, is debilitating.
I'm not going to lie: I will always be a strong woman, and most likely the guy I end up marrying (if it happens) is going to have a feisty, opinionated warrior on his hands; BUT, the only reason I have been "Superwoman"(which is a false label, anyway) is because I have HAD to.
In my past experiences with people close to me, whenever I leaned on them, the carpet got pulled out from under me. I learned early on that people will disappoint you, even the ones purporting to be your caretaker and /or in your inner circle, so I stopped leaning on people. Not a surprising reaction.
I have to consciously fight against my trained tendency to close myself off, and a few times, I have even managed to ask for help! I still don't really believe people when they promise me things they will do for me. I'm more of a "I'll believe it when it happens" kind of person, especially with certain people that have proved that their promises really don't mean much to them. I take promises VERY seriously.
I struggled long and hard with trusting God as well because if people disappoint you, it's one thing; but if God disappoints you, where do you go? My heart would break in exponential measurements, if such a thing could be measured. In the Orthodox church, we have one or more Psalms read in each service. It is comforting to hear David, one of God's chosen and beloved, making statements that strike a chord somewhere within me or that I have uttered in my life at one time or another. The Psalms as far as content are all over the map, i.e. praising, seeking, confessing, etc. They encompass so many emotions all within a span of 150 verses. As Orthodox Christians, we are to read the Psalms in their entirety at least once every week(the early monks did this daily). If you read nothing else in the Bible for the week, at least reading the Psalms puts your mind in a good reflective state. I'm not saying I make this happen every week, but it's a goal. :)
In a world that emphasizes partnering with people, I find it challenging to be just with God and to be okay with that. I have considered though that in the Garden of Eden, Adam had God and all the animals to himself, and he STILL needed someone else––someone to complete him, although she came out of him. When I think about that, I don't feel so guilty having a desire for someone in addition to God.
So, until the day I have a partner in crime, I plan my life for me and only me, I make no expectations of people in my life, and I will continue pretending to be "Superwoman" as long as my cape is needed to protect me.
On THAT note, I will be spending Thanksgiving Day with the pups.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Coffee Shop Art
There are all kinds of "whisperers": horse, nanny, cat, and, of course, my favorite, the Dog Whisperer himself. There is no such thing as a "human whisperer." This is because while animals behave rationally and predictably, humans do not.
Someone asked me how I know that I can trust them. It's nothing I can really put my finger on. Some people think people that have been abused are hyper aware of body language and vocal inflections. I don't exactly know how I know, but I just go with my initial "gut" reaction towards a person. I know when people are safe and when people are only putting a facade. I also tend to feel a connection with people that have been in similar situations, especially abusive ones, even if they are not exactly like mine. This is only outside my family, of course. :)
I am selective with sharing myself, but I promise I am light years away from where I used to be even a few years ago. Some of it was a conscious decision that I made last summer, and some of it has just been life, I think. I am still such a people-pleaser that I cannot get out of my habit of determining what people want and becoming that, even at the risk of causing detriment to my own emotional psyche.
Recently, I have been focusing on really thinking about what I want-not in an unhealthy way, but in an "I need to take care of me" mentality. I must admit it is much more difficult than I had anticipated. You would think being "selfish" would be easy, but with my people-pleasing mind, it takes an actual effort to think about myself first. With the few times I have said "No" not being failures and no catalysmic world-endings to be seen, it does make me a little bit braver and gives me pause instead of being a "yes-man."
I still see this as being a battle, at least in the forseeable future. It is difficult to undo 30 years of training in a few years. As I walk further and further out from my "safe zone" with no negative repercussions, I do become braver, but I think I will always be difficult to be in a close relationship with. I am stubborn, and I scare way too easily. It reminds me over-correcting in a car. When I make the effort towards improving and receive what I perceive to be a rejection, I jerk back and flee the other direction when what I should be doing is taking a deep breath and coming at it with calm, assertive energy. ;)
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"Trust Me" - The Fray
I found a friend. or should I say foe.
Said there's a few things you should know.
We don't want you to see
We come and we go;
Here today, gone tomorrow.
We're only taking turns
Holding this world.
It's how it's always been.
When you're older, you will understand.
If I say who I know, it just goes to show
You need me less than I need you.
Take it from me
We don't give sympathy
You can trust me trust nobody
But I said you and me
We don't have honesty
The things we don't want to speak
I'll try to get out but I never will
Traffic is perfectly still
Were only taking turns
Holding this world
It's how it's always been
When you're older you will understand
And again maybe you don't
And again maybe you won't
When you're older
You might understand
When you're older
You might understand
Someone asked me how I know that I can trust them. It's nothing I can really put my finger on. Some people think people that have been abused are hyper aware of body language and vocal inflections. I don't exactly know how I know, but I just go with my initial "gut" reaction towards a person. I know when people are safe and when people are only putting a facade. I also tend to feel a connection with people that have been in similar situations, especially abusive ones, even if they are not exactly like mine. This is only outside my family, of course. :)
I am selective with sharing myself, but I promise I am light years away from where I used to be even a few years ago. Some of it was a conscious decision that I made last summer, and some of it has just been life, I think. I am still such a people-pleaser that I cannot get out of my habit of determining what people want and becoming that, even at the risk of causing detriment to my own emotional psyche.
Recently, I have been focusing on really thinking about what I want-not in an unhealthy way, but in an "I need to take care of me" mentality. I must admit it is much more difficult than I had anticipated. You would think being "selfish" would be easy, but with my people-pleasing mind, it takes an actual effort to think about myself first. With the few times I have said "No" not being failures and no catalysmic world-endings to be seen, it does make me a little bit braver and gives me pause instead of being a "yes-man."
I still see this as being a battle, at least in the forseeable future. It is difficult to undo 30 years of training in a few years. As I walk further and further out from my "safe zone" with no negative repercussions, I do become braver, but I think I will always be difficult to be in a close relationship with. I am stubborn, and I scare way too easily. It reminds me over-correcting in a car. When I make the effort towards improving and receive what I perceive to be a rejection, I jerk back and flee the other direction when what I should be doing is taking a deep breath and coming at it with calm, assertive energy. ;)
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"Trust Me" - The Fray
Looking for something I've never seen.
Alone and I'm in between
The place that I'm from and
The place that I'm in:
A city I've never been.
Alone and I'm in between
The place that I'm from and
The place that I'm in:
A city I've never been.
I found a friend. or should I say foe.
Said there's a few things you should know.
We don't want you to see
We come and we go;
Here today, gone tomorrow.
We're only taking turns
Holding this world.
It's how it's always been.
When you're older, you will understand.
If I say who I know, it just goes to show
You need me less than I need you.
Take it from me
We don't give sympathy
You can trust me trust nobody
But I said you and me
We don't have honesty
The things we don't want to speak
I'll try to get out but I never will
Traffic is perfectly still
Were only taking turns
Holding this world
It's how it's always been
When you're older you will understand
And again maybe you don't
And again maybe you won't
When you're older
You might understand
When you're older
You might understand
Sunday, February 17, 2013
3 Seconds
A hug is like a bandage to a hurting wound. ~Author Unknown
Embrace. Clasp. Envelope. Squeeze. Cuddle. Enfold. Sarılmak. αγκαλιάζω. обнимать. Umarmen. Kumkumbatia.
Hugs are amazing and very under-rated. I actually enjoy them. This may surprise some people. Don't get me wrong...I will never be one of those people that goes around hugging everyone they have ever met. I know one of those, and I love her for it, but it's just not me. I have been working this past week on trying not to over-think, as several of my friends (and I) claim I do much too often. Hugging tends to keep me reconnected with the present world, and I try to be more intentional about initiating hugs. I have trouble with this--partially because touch is still a sensitive (no pun intended) issue for me, and partially because I still have a fear of being a burden on people and unwanted by them, so I hold back. I do not reject hugs when they are offered, but I feel awkward about how long, which style, i.e. side, a-frame, etc., or intensity. Irrefutably, though, giving and receiving a hug with a close friend is so healing. It conveys multiple messages of love and caring without having to use an verbal language. If I had my "druthers," it would last however long it needs to with no pressure to end or awkward, uncomfortable tension.
I am definitely not what you would call a clingy person, but I do like the feel of another body next to me. It is one of the reasons I enjoy the animals. Provided I am somewhat familiar with the animal, they will let me hug and love on them to my heart's content. (I would NOT recommend doing this in any situation where you unsure of the animal's reaction.) Studies have proven that petting animals will lower blood pressure, cholesterol, cortisol and raise serotonin, allergy resistance, and immunity capabilities. Basil does not have to be near me constantly, although he will follow me as I move around the house; yet, somehow, he knows when I need him to be there, and he will put his head in my lap and insist that I pet him. Laika is more like velcro and will be a cuddle buddy, and she insists on being on the couch in constant contact with me while I am watching a movie or typing my blog. Yep, she's there even now. We don't have quite the same bond as I have with Basil, but she cares in her own way, and she lets me use her as a pillow. :)
I looked into Strong's Concordance to see what, if anything, the Bible had to say about hugs or embracing in general. Although the word hug does not appear specifically in the Bible, the parable of the prodigal son is perhaps the easiest example that comes to mind. The father embraces the prodigal son as a result of the compassion that wells up in him. "But while he was yet at a distance, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him." (Luke 15:20) So, it seems that in any circumstance where there is real, genuine love, hugs are a natural result.
In the icon of the Theotokos above the altar that we call Πλατυτέρα(and in many of her icons), she always has her hands outstretched as a mother waiting for her children to run into her arms for comfort and solace. It is a wonderful thought that I have a place to run to that is always open and where I can relax with no time restraints or expectations.
If you want to give me a hug, I accept! I probably just won't offer you one. :)
Free Hugs
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I Need a Hug - Iain MacKintosh
Doctor Dan, he's a friendly man, big and round like a bear
He hugs his friends, they hug him - any time, anywhere
Now the patients came for therapy to drive their blues away
I wanna hug, it's a wonderful feeling.
Wanna hug, it helps with (it's part of) the healing
Wanna hug, because hugging feels
Like a natural thing to do
I am definitely not what you would call a clingy person, but I do like the feel of another body next to me. It is one of the reasons I enjoy the animals. Provided I am somewhat familiar with the animal, they will let me hug and love on them to my heart's content. (I would NOT recommend doing this in any situation where you unsure of the animal's reaction.) Studies have proven that petting animals will lower blood pressure, cholesterol, cortisol and raise serotonin, allergy resistance, and immunity capabilities. Basil does not have to be near me constantly, although he will follow me as I move around the house; yet, somehow, he knows when I need him to be there, and he will put his head in my lap and insist that I pet him. Laika is more like velcro and will be a cuddle buddy, and she insists on being on the couch in constant contact with me while I am watching a movie or typing my blog. Yep, she's there even now. We don't have quite the same bond as I have with Basil, but she cares in her own way, and she lets me use her as a pillow. :)
I looked into Strong's Concordance to see what, if anything, the Bible had to say about hugs or embracing in general. Although the word hug does not appear specifically in the Bible, the parable of the prodigal son is perhaps the easiest example that comes to mind. The father embraces the prodigal son as a result of the compassion that wells up in him. "But while he was yet at a distance, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him." (Luke 15:20) So, it seems that in any circumstance where there is real, genuine love, hugs are a natural result.
In the icon of the Theotokos above the altar that we call Πλατυτέρα(and in many of her icons), she always has her hands outstretched as a mother waiting for her children to run into her arms for comfort and solace. It is a wonderful thought that I have a place to run to that is always open and where I can relax with no time restraints or expectations.
If you want to give me a hug, I accept! I probably just won't offer you one. :)
Free Hugs
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I Need a Hug - Iain MacKintosh
He hugs his friends, they hug him - any time, anywhere
Now the patients came for therapy to drive their blues away
And sooner or later they would feel better when they heard Dan say:
Chorus:
I wanna hug when you say hello.
I wanna hug when it's time to go.
I wanna hug because everyone knows
Hugging is good for you
I wanna hug when it's time to go.
I wanna hug because everyone knows
Hugging is good for you
I wanna hug, it's a wonderful feeling.
Wanna hug, it helps with (it's part of) the healing
Wanna hug, because hugging feels
Like a natural thing to do
When the boss of the hospital heard about this he was most annoyed.
He said, "Hugging is sexual sublimation - according to Doctor Freud.
You can hide them, you can keep them down, you can calm them with your drugs,
You can slap them, zap them with electric shocks, but you can't give them a hug."
You can hide them, you can keep them down, you can calm them with your drugs,
You can slap them, zap them with electric shocks, but you can't give them a hug."
Chorus
He said, "Now Dan you'll have to go, this behaviour is no good.
Any deviation from the medical practice could easily get us sued.
Now, Dan doesn't feel too bad for himself; in fact, he's kind of proud,
But he's sorry for the folks who are locked away where hugging's not allowed.
Any deviation from the medical practice could easily get us sued.
Now, Dan doesn't feel too bad for himself; in fact, he's kind of proud,
But he's sorry for the folks who are locked away where hugging's not allowed.
Chorus
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)
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