Meaningful Monday’s~ Bullying~

When I  was in school  in the days before the internet, I knew what it was to be bullied at an All Girls School, by girls in the school. 

I was the child with a home-made gingham summer  school uniform that my mother had made. It had  an extra  deep, doubled rolled hem and a bought lace collar along with pres-studs down the front. With buttons sewn on top. At first I was so proud of my new dress, because it had a fancy collar made of lace, not plain like the others. And I proudly went off to my new School aged 11.My dress started out miles too big. But  each year as I grew the hem was let down, you could see the material hem marks of each layer…  And it was a good thing that it was in those later  years, the mini skirt was in fashion.

My winter skirt, was the same, and by the time I left school, aged Fifteen,  it was shiny black with the amounts of washing and ironing.. It was then passed down to my  middle sister  who also had to wear it. 

 That dress got me into so much trouble. The headmistress had me in her office often, as she would single me out of assembly, making me blush, and cry, as she stood me in front of the whole assembly, not once but often telling me that is not the correct uniform. She would single another pupil out who wore the correct uniform and continue her verbal lashings of the Do’s and Don’ts of what not to wear. 

I would go home with a letter from the headmistress and my mother would rip it up and say, we cannot afford new dresses, that is why my red and white checked gingham dress was home-made in the first place.  I became to feel ashamed of the dress,ashamed of my shape, and felt everyone was looking at me. I learnt too who were friends, and who were not, as my uniform was made fun of. 

Children can be so cruel, and we as adults should know better.. But we are talking in the days when corporal punishment was allowed  and it was normal to  have the chalk board rubber thrown at you if you were lacking paying attention!.  

That summer dress I kid you not lasted me the whole four years at secondary school, it  fit where it touched. My Shoes also lasted for three years, they were second-hand off a cousin to start with, and filled with cotton wool because they were too big, and when at last the sole got worn and had a hole in them, I though yipppeee!… Now I get a new pair,  But no, my Dad re-soled them..  And for many years, I always felt~ Unworthy.. For it seemed my middle sister and I had to make do, while my three other siblings  always seemed to have newer things. 

Words Wound, and scar, and leave those who are bullied feeling so hurt and alone.. imagine being in today’s climate on your phone or computer in your own safe environment and how that impacts upon a young child or teenager who is already feeling insecure ..

Where ever I go, what ever I do, I try to become aware of how my words may impact upon another, I am not always successful, I have my outbursts too..  But I try to leave Kindness, Upliftment, and Praise for others… If we all found just one small thing in which to compliment another human being, What a difference that could make to their feelings of worthiness. 

We are all responsible for our thoughts, words, deeds and actions..

Lets Make a Difference with the ones we use..  

 

 

This Post has been Scheduled and I will not be able to access replies until the weekend.  Many thanks in advance to all who take the time to leave me your welcome comments. 

Thank you.

See you Soon 

~Sue~

Healing Words

Healing Words Poem

Let the Pen flow across the page

Allow it to release all that pent up rage

Form the words as they are born in your mind

Feel the Lightness as you let go and unwind

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See the Messages we give to ourselves

Pouring out emotions so long held

Poetry in Motion, Healing at a stroke

As we let go of Anger that we never have spoke

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See the patterns that form into words

Voice them on paper, so they can be heard

They say the Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Know their Power, as we cut the cords

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Words and Letters may jumble and mix

Once Written out loud they can heal and fix

The long held wounds we hold in our hearts

So take out your Pen- Let the Healing Start!

© Sue Dreamwalker 2015 All rights reserved.

The above poem I doodled today… I wonder what a Graphologist would have to say about my scribbling .. Open-mouthed smile Maybe I wouldn’t wish to know!

  Happy Writing everyone..

I will be busy this week, But I will be posting a few links as to what I have been doing recently in the Allotments  so keep  a watch out Winking smile 

Love to you all.

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Oh and this was the amazing Moon Eclipse.. small I know taken on my phone. It was much larger in real life..

Have a Beautiful Week All of you

Love and Blessings

~Sue~

 

Driving the Nails Home.

 

 There once was a child who had a bad temper.
His Father gave him a bag of nails   and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily
gradually dwindled down. The boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to
drive those nails into the fence.


Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
He said, ‘You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.  The fence will never be the same.

When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.  You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.  It won’t matter how many times you say “I’m sorry,” the wound is still there. 


Angry words are just like that.


They leave holes in others.

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Each of us, carries within us the capacity to change the world in small ways for better or worse. Everything we do and think affects the people in our lives, and their reactions in turn affect others As the effect of a seemingly insignificant word passes from person to person, its impact grows and can become a source of great joy, inspiration, anxiety, or pain. Your thoughts and actions are like stones dropped into still waters, causing ripples to spread and expand as they move outward.. I hope that I can send a few ripples out via the web of life, as we each of us weave the threads together... Welcome to my Sanctuary of Peace and Love... May we each spread our Lights around our World....Sue Dreamwalker

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