On the Couch with CA

The following is inspired by all the times I felt I was alone and afraid.  This is dedicated to everyone who finds themselves at the edge of their despair. Her bare, cut and bruised, clay dusted feet were aching from the long run through the rocky desert.   She had no idea where she was heading.   All she knew was that she had to get away from the evils that were chasing her.   Everything she owned from the shoes on her feet to the clothes on her back she had left it behind.   There she was, naked, for all the world to see, but no one could see her, she was alone.  Alone in her mind, in her space, in her despair.  There was no way out, but to run, and run she did. It was during the middle of the night that she had woken up to discover that she was alone with no one to depend on and no one to speak to.  'When did all this change', she thought to herself.  Nothing had really changed, she was always alone, it was just the reality tha...

I have always been asked "how do you manage to always be so lucky?"   On the one hand I would like to believe that I am fortunate to have many angels (dead and alive) watching over me.  On the other hand, it just might be the luck of the Irish I inherited.  No matter where my luck stems from, I am very grateful to have it, as it has weathered me through many rough storms. We all have angels watching over us but some of us do not acknowledge them and when we do not acknowledge them they eventually get fed-up and leave.  Put yourself in the wings (no shoes) of an angel and you go out of your way to help someone because that is what you are meant to and love to do and then that person totally disrespects your good-will.  What would you do?  Do you sit back and take the disrespect or do you do something about it?  I know I will do something about it, because if I did not, then it just means I open myself up to be disrespected again.  ...

48 years down the line and I am still not married. Am I complaining? Not at all.  It is not like I have never been asked.  I have been asked on four different occasions, the first one was, when I was 18 and the last one, when I was pregnant with my daughter, and it was not the father. Needless to say I said no to all of them. I always preferred the company of males as friends and I think that they and lots of women misunderstood my friendship for thinking I wanted something more than friendship out of them.  They could not have been more wrong about my intentions back then as they are now. I suppose one can put it down to the way most of us are conditioned from the day we were born. Marriage was never a priority in the family I was born into.  My great grandfather on my maternal grandmother's side was an only son who out of two marriages fathered 21 (I think) children.  The first wife died giving birth to the 13th child. She probably at that point jus...