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Sailing on Broken Pieces Book Discussion Prosser Library Bloomfield, CT, Sep 29, 2015 at 6:30 PM

Please join me and NAMI Bloomfield for a lively discussion of Sailing on Broken Pieces and the national dialogue taking place on mental illness.
We will explore the historical context in which mental illness is understood, and pivot to the present to see how far we have come from, yet how far we still have to go.
WHEN: Tuesday, September 29, 2015 TIME: 6:30 PM
PLACE: Prosser Public Library Community Room, Bloomfield Public Library, Bloomfield, CT, 06002.
The event is free and open to the public.

Food for thought

We accept the fact that our hearts beat because of an electrical signal that triggers the heart muscles to contract. That signal is electrical, and is a result of the shifting of sodium, potassium, hydrogen, calcium, and other chemicals in and out of cells. If our hearts work this way, why is so far-fetched to think that our brains and bodies work this way too? So, when it comes right down to it, we are all electricity, all energy in motion.



“GIGGLES” by Gary Rhule 08/11/14

I love to laugh rather than cry,
To equilibrate the scale.
For in this life I know more tears will come,
Just when I thought they’re done.

I laugh to hide my scares and fears,
And guffaw at a funny joke.
Don’t take it wrong.
It’s not that I’m an insensitive bloke.

The other day the tears came softly,
As I recalled the grief
Of losing what was dear to me.
The pain so raw, so pungent.

Without a warning the rivers flowed,
As I counted up regrets,
Of things I’d said,
Of tasks undone,
Of promises not kept.

Then there were the disappointments
Of all the paths in life.
A love that chose another,
A job desired given to a friend instead.

Of moments spent lollygagging,
And in the end,
It was no fluke,
My time dispersed, diffused.

So when I find myself
Down there in the deep dark blue abyss,
I remember giggling children,
And feel the lightness there.

I know to get over grief’s hurdle
You must fulfill time in that room.
But at the end of crying,
Close the door and move.

I laugh when in an airplane,
Embracing all the sights.
The lush landscape below my feet,
The clouds right by my side.

The blue horizon kissing,
Saying, “Welcome, don’t you feel
The humor of life’s beauty,
The clapping of the seas?”

Majestic snow-capped mountains,
Hills and vales and plains.
A giggling brook carving out a path,
Through solid granite rock.

We’ve heard it said
That children laugh three hundred times a day.
At funny things, at clowns and gowns,
At shapes and brightful colors.
And then sometimes they laugh out loud,
When it is simply nothing.

I only wish to remember more,
To laugh out loud just like a child.
To balance life’s reality,
And keep the tears at bay.

Laugh out loud,
Don’t hold it in.
Just let it rip for sure.
Laugh out loud,
So that others know,
There is a joy tickling within.
A smile, a laugh that’s bubbling now . . .

A shout, a yell, a roar!