AM I THE SAME GIRL : SWING OUT SISTER

HUMAN BODY : EXPERIENCE FORTY-TWO : CHRISTINE TRZYNA WRITING WORKSHOP

This exercise was created after a hilarious experience I had recently.  I was with a group of women, most totally unknown to me, ranging in age from mid forties to seventies, and one of them accused another of them of farting.  Soon we as individuals and a group were either laughing out loud or repressing ourselves from doing so.  Some of us had ordered old fashioned bean soup with lots of carrots and ham and well, there was a lot of witnessing about digestion, food allergies, and farts.  Telling a friend of mine about this, he said, "But it's a natural body function."

So, those of you who are following along on my Christine Trzyna Writing Workshop here on Google Blogger, may want to write - be that seriously or with a sense of fun - about the human body.

Are there natural functions you are uncomfortable with or are you a beast?

Don't let me repress you!

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LOVE HURTS : GRAHAM PARSON and EMMYLOU HARRIS

IT FEELS LIKE RAIN : JOHN HIATT

TO BE PUT THROUGH A TEST IN LIFE

 is to have a TESTIMONY.

I HAVE LONGED TO MOVE AWAY by DYLAN THOMAS

I Have Longed To Move Away

by Dylan Thomas

I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors' continual cry
Growing more terrible as the day
Goes over the hill into the deep sea;
I have longed to move away
From the repetition of salutes,
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper,
And the thunder of calls and notes.

I have longed to move away but am afraid;
Some life, yet unspent, might explode
Out of the old lie burning on the ground,
And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.
Neither by night's ancient fear,
The parting of hat from hair,
Pursed lips at the receiver,
Shall I fall to death's feather.
By these I would not care to die,
Half convention and half lie.

THE AMAZING AFTERLIFE OF ANIMALS by KAREN A. ANDERSON : CHRISTINE TRZYNA BOOK REVIEW

When my dog died I looked at a lot of NDE (Near Death Experience) YouTube videos and ordered some books in to my local library branch... This one was worthy of note taking.

From my notes:  

A new life as an energetic being: we look to them like glowing orbs of light but recognized as us...

Energy goes where your attention goes....  If you encounter obstacles you're on the wrong path.

Clairalience is the psychic ability of smell...  (And we know how dogs have such a tremendously greater sense of smell than we do.)

Animal can reincarnate in another type of animal...

"Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened"  -Anatole France

After a while, the animal will not be strongly around you. Their soul evolves. They may help other humans or animals cross over or prepare to reincarnate or merge with group consciousness and have their own spiritual path...  They may no longer be on the Other Side.

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I always hope my dog will be waiting for me but I always acknowledged that she had her own spiritual path and also had ancestors and also children.  I thought that she might have been assigned to me and that someone else was calling her back as well.  

One day when I was dog sitting I proceeded to comb out the other dog's hair first and then my dog's hair.  I set them both down on the floor and proceeded to put my grooming equipment away.  Then I noticed that the two dogs were united in looking up at something or someone invisible to me.  They were looking up at the same angle. This was not at a door or window but towards a wall that had a small children's chair below it.  The chair was where the home owner left leashes.  Because my dog was getting frail and nearing fifteen, I anticipated that she might now have a lot of time.  This was a few months before she died and one of the "signs" I later thought.  Was a previous owner coming for her?  Or perhaps a deceased friend of mine?

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