Did you know that tricot is therapeutic? Well, I didn’t until 13th november stroke in Paris. My way to cope with PTSD in those days of terror and high tense was exactly knitting a colourful cover. So, if you ever want to try I suggest you patterns from Attic 24. It’s from a nice lady from cosy England. Continue reading PTSD: Yarn therapy.
Well, before facing this topic I have been meditating and taking time for breathing, alone, in the woods. This is one of the most sensitive subject I am still willing to write about. For the side story, I am one of those who experienced panic attacks and tremors, neurosthenia, physical and mental break down, which led to occupational burn out, as a consequence of « Paris Terror », in january and november 2015. Still dealing with the aftermath. But I am confident, and I will sort it out or bust. By the way, I lived a « fake alert », while terrorists were around … Continue reading Shell Shock: Break Down in WWI. Now they are free.
” We are society. “ This week at the office I have been working with a few colleagues; topics: how beautiful they were before kids, how good they want to become after coaching and dieting. The girl who is helping just two weeks brings some pastries: I have my viennoiserie, raisins bread, and the marocco girl says: you can. I will wait until I get my goal. 5 kilos less. Before that she went for ramaddan, so she lost already some weight. She also lost her boyfriend, more a sex friend than … but anyway. Now she is convinced that … Continue reading Society feat Eddie Vedder.
“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.” Continue reading Yoga Time Workout – Mandala Flow.
The part that is envious, cold hearted and devious Greedy, mischievous, global, colonial Bloodthirsty, blind, mindless and cheap Focused on borders and slaughter and sheep Burning of books, bulldozing of homes Given to targeted killing with drones Lethal injections, arrest without trial Continue reading Part of me died Feat. Roger Waters.
Now light the candles; one; two; there’s a moth; What silly beggars they are to blunder in And scorch their wings with glory, liquid flame— No, no, not that,—it’s bad to think of war, When thoughts you’ve gagged all day come back to scare you; And it’s been proved that soldiers don’t go mad Unless they lose control of ugly thoughts That drive them out to jabber among the trees. Now light your pipe; look, what a steady hand. Draw a deep breath; stop thinking; count fifteen, And you’re as right as rain … … Continue reading Repression of War Experience. A poem by Siegfried Sasson.