Trauma – PTSD

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It feels like time fora little karaoke, although it’s a bit early in the week: Crossroads I’ve got nothing on my mind Nothing to remember Nothing to forget And I’ve got nothing to regret But I’m all tied up on the inside No one knows quite what I’ve got And I know that on the outside What I used to be I’m not anymore You know I’ve heard about people like me But I never made the connection They walk one road to set them free And find they’ve gone the wrong direction But there’s no need for turning back Cause all roads lead to where I stand And I believe I’ll walk them all No matter what I may have planned Can you remember who I was? Can you still feel it? Can you find my pain? Can you heal it? Then lay your hands upon me now And cast this darkness from my soul You alone can light my way You alone can make me whole once again We’ve walked both sides of every street Through all kinds of windy weather But that was never our defeat As long as we could walk together So there’s no need for turning back Cause all roads lead to where we stand And I believe we’ll walk them all No matter what we may have planned

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any night is karaoke night! here goes! It’s not that easy bein’ green; Having to spend each day the color of the leaves. When I think it could be nicer being red, or    yellow or gold- or something much more colorful like that. It’s not easy bein’ green. It seems you blend in with so many other    ordinary things. And people tend to pass you over ’cause you’re    not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water-    or stars in the sky. But green’s the color of Spring. And green can be cool and friendly-like. And green can be big like an ocean, or important    like a mountain, or tall like a tree. When green is all there is to be It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why? Wonder, I am green and it’ll do fine,    it’s beautiful! And I think it’s what I want to be. — RB Vix ulla tam iniqua pax, quin bello vel aequissimo sit potior "Hannah" <blha…@hotmail.com> wrote in message

news:d9fbd6ce.0106191647.1138b7cb@posting.google.com… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> It feels like time fora little karaoke, although it’s a bit early in the week: > Crossroads > I’ve got nothing on my mind > Nothing to remember > Nothing to forget > And I’ve got nothing to regret > But I’m all tied up on the inside > No one knows quite what I’ve got > And I know that on the outside > What I used to be > I’m not > anymore > You know I’ve heard about people like me > But I never made the connection > They walk one road to set them free > And find they’ve gone the wrong direction > But there’s no need for turning back > Cause all roads lead to where I stand > And I believe I’ll walk them all > No matter what I may have planned > Can you remember who I was? > Can you still feel it? > Can you find my pain? > Can you heal it? > Then lay your hands upon me now > And cast this darkness from my soul > You alone can light my way > You alone can make me whole once again > We’ve walked both sides of every street > Through all kinds of windy weather > But that was never our defeat > As long as we could walk together > So there’s no need for turning back > Cause all roads lead to where we stand > And I believe we’ll walk them all > No matter what we may have planned

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Hi Rick! >Ha, good one Hannah. Old Don, haven’t thought about him in quite a >while but he could really put down some lyrics. Wonder what he is up >to these days. Was flipping channels and came across one of the video >channels, VH1 I think. They were talking about all the musicians that >had died in the last year or so. Cancer, heart attack, etc. Mostly >people my age, fer cryin’ out loud. Late sixties musicians, you know, >the real music makers. I am brain fading at the moment and forget the >names, most were band members, not necessarily names I knew. >Best, >Rick

It’s always sad when favorite artists die – their music is so much a part of  our lives, they become almost like family.  Yeah, lyrics really do it for me. I just picked up McLean’s American Pie CD on the weekend, takes me right back to being a teenager again. Almost every song on that album is a keeper. Take care, Hannah

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I’ve got nothing on my mind Nothing to remember Nothing to forget And I’ve got nothing to regret But I’m all tied up on the inside No one knows quite what I’ve got And I know that on the outside What I used to be I’m not anymore You know I’ve heard about people like me But I never made the connection They walk one road to set them free And find they’ve gone the wrong direction But there’s no need for turning back Cause all roads lead to where I stand And I believe I’ll walk them all No matter what I may have planned Can you remember who I was? Can you still feel it? Can you find my pain? Can you heal it? Then lay your hands upon me now And cast this darkness from my soul You alone can light my way You alone can make me whole once again We’ve walked both sides of every street Through all kinds of windy weather But that was never our defeat As long as we could walk together So there’s no need for turning back Cause all roads lead to where we stand And I believe we’ll walk them all No matter what we may have planned

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Hey Hannah, Thanks for finding out that Don Mclean’s… *Vincent* that song is touchy–reminds me of us survivors…by the way, do you know by any chance~>the lyrics…please, post for me if you may…grately–appreciated and thanks a lot!!!  ( i love that song *crossroad* ) take care~+*music*keep us alive*+~best, leah y.

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Hi Rick! > I agree, his stuff is amazing. Music has always been a direct route to > my emotions. There is so much wisdom in the music from the sixties and > early seventies. Nobody is making music like that anymore. Bruce > stills rocks and still has a social conscience, but he is one of the > last few. What happened to the sixties, anyway? Where will the new > activists come from? God, I hate the republicans. Damn, didn’t mean to > be so depressing. Rant…off.

Rant on … I’m still trying to understand why Bill’s name is on the supermarket tabloids and the Bush girls aren’t.  Just because they’re following their dad’s footsteps?  Rant off. Smile and there will be something to smile about! Nancy

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Nancy wrote: >Rant on … I’m still trying to understand why >Bill’s name is on the supermarket tabloids and >the Bush girls aren’t. Just because they’re >following their dad’s footsteps? Rant off.

You know, except for crossword puzzles I don’t get involved with newspapers any longer, tabloid or otherwise. They’re just too depressing, plus, I figure if something’s really important I’ll hear about it through other channels. I read somewhere that the word ‘news’ was an acronym for ‘north-east-west-south’, but lately it’s meaning to me has been more like, ‘if it bleeds (or is lurid), it leads’. Numba 10, no lie. BroVet

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Hi Bro Vet! > You know, except for crossword puzzles I don’t get involved with > newspapers any longer, tabloid or otherwise. They’re just too > depressing, plus, I figure if something’s really important I’ll hear > about it through other channels. > I read somewhere that the word ‘news’ was an acronym for > ‘north-east-west-south’, but lately it’s meaning to me has been more > like, ‘if it bleeds (or is lurid), it leads’. Numba 10, no lie.

I don’t subscribe to newspapers either.  They actually bring on some of my physical PTSD symptoms.  But, I have no idea how to get through a slow supermarket line without at least seeing the front page of the tabloids. Any ideas?  :)  Other than only shopping at 1 a.m.? Smile and there will be something to smile about! Nancy

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