Most of us have concluded that shedding tears can be beneficial for our mental health. I guess it could be helpful to others if the other person gets satisfaction out of seeing you cry. If that's the case, get far far away from that person.
Seeing a rainbow puts me in such a positive mood, I love them.
Rainbows are a reminder of peace and hopefulness. I don't know about you, but I grew up thinking if I could get over to the other side, life would be magical. Later, I learned, if someone wasn't interested in getting to Magic Land, you had the option of fighting off a leprechaun for a pot of gold. Either way, you'd be a happy camper in the end.
Let's talk about the "other mother." And yes, that's a reference to Coraline. If you haven't seen the movie, you should, it's one of my favorites. Spoiler alert! Coraline is a child who moves into the Pink Palace and is stalked by an evil monster who likes to kill children. The evil monster pretends to be Coraline's "other mother" and lures her in by treating her with love and gives her amazing gifts. In the beginning, Other Mother is a delight to be around: giving, caring, and attentive. As time goes on, Coraline stops cooperating, and Other Mother turns into Coraline's worst nightmare. I would say "Other Mother" or the "Beldam" as the ghost children call her, is the mother of polar opposites.
Cooping wasn't uncommon from what I understand. Wikipedia states it was when unwilling participants were forced to vote, often several times over, for a particular candidate in an election. It was called cooping because it was as if people were cooped up until the bullies were ready to use them.
I'm someone who looks for the oddities when poking around places, and then I quickly jump to conclusions about what's going on. My conclusions are usually something like; I bet there was a body hidden here at some point or does anyone really need this big of a knife in their kitchen, it's probably to chop someone up. It's almost always something along those lines because I watch things like Criminal Minds, Snapped, and NCIS faaaaar too much. Immediately, my thoughts jump to death, conspiracy, and family secrets. I've never been correct on any of my murderous assumptions, but it doesn't stop my brain from having that first moment of "Oh my gosh, I bet (insert a murderous act here).
I saw a murder of crows a while back. The air was brisk, and I was in the parking lot next to a cemetery. They were cawing, each one louder than the one before. They would circle something out in the middle of the cemetery, and then they would all come back to the old tree. They were watching something and cawing. I felt lucky to have seen the way they spoke together in agitation. The sound of their cawing was piercingly disruptive and impressive at the same time.
I recently had the pleasure of eating at a restaurant called Blind Pig. The food was tasty, and the atmosphere was cozy. After some inquiring, the owner explained he was fascinated by the prohibition era. The building we were in was rumored to be a speakeasy during that time. Hence the name Blind Pig.
Prohibition stories are so intriguing, the emotions were running wild and each side was doing anything and everything to win. Times were hard, and the fight was dirty. From all the stories I've heard, though, I've never encountered the word blind pig.
I was driving home from work a while back and noticed a young lady, probably in her early 20's, walking down the sidewalk. I see pedestrians all the time, they're everywhere in my town. What grabbed my attention is that she was crying. I didn't see tears, but I saw her face after she put her arm down from rubbing her eyes. It made me wonder what was going on in her life. Did she fail a test, was she walking home from being fired, or maybe she just found out about the loss of a family member?
It took me many years to find my place of solace. I knew there had to be a place for me to sit and feel at ease, somewhere quieting the waves of bothersome chatter. This place of mine is one where many people feel uncomfortable, and I completely understand why. I think a lot of people feel it's a place that should only be visited when grieving. I don't agree with that. I believe it's a beautiful place to feel at peace and gather your thoughts.
Journaling is so multifaceted. Some people need to journal regularly to feel the benefit. Others only need to journal when they are feeling certain emotions, an outlet of sorts. Regardless of which type you are, harmony in your heart, reduction of stress, Zen in your mind, and a balanced soul can be gained by the act of journaling.