Posts Tagged ‘soul mosaic’

So…after a long hiatus…the “Prodigal Writer” returns…

November 19, 2024

WHERE have I been?

I have been busy for the last many years – working at the NC Museum of Natural Sciences in Raleigh, NC. It was the BEST job of my life and it used every bit of what I learned through 40 years of medical labs, pharma research, clinical trials and medical ethics. And my creativity, painting, play and prototyping with Play-Doh…it was a return to my childhood of dissecting frogs, chemistry sets, and reading about the adventures of undersea-shipwreck explorers. That job was literally PLAY that drew my long-dormant 10-year-old back to the surface. I could reach and excite kids about all the weird tweaky details of science and its stories, because I returned to BEING that kid.

I did it for 15 years, every day a new exciting topic to create an activity or class or show for all ages. The topics, the ways to spin it, the ways to get people involved, surprised, laughing even, fed my soul to no end I would have done it forever, but finally, arthritis plaguing my joints, a really bad bout with the flu and subsequent infections this past year, and just plain tired no matter how much I loved it all, I knew it was time to stop. I’ll be 70 next year. It was a good run. I “did good!” 🙂 But yes, it was time for new blood, and so I retired.

So now what?

However…that doesn’t mean I sit in a rocking chair. I have a manilla folder full of things I want to do – take all the poetry and literature classes I never had time for when I went to college in the 70s – only enough money and time then to get my requirements, my lab classes, get out and get to work. But now, the adult ed classes at local universities have these classes and I will take them.

I want to learn to play chess well. I know how to play – poorly 😉 – but it would be nice to get better. There are a few small trips I would like to do.

And I now oil paint every day — partly for me — partly to sell — and partly to brighten people’s lives. As I do a painting I post pictures of the progress on my Facebook page as I did it during Covid. People then found comfort and joy in watching the evolution of various paintings. And these days the world has so many “issues” going on, I figured people could use “a Moment of Respite” from it all, if only to follow along with my oil paintings again.

If you too could use a “break from reality” come visit my Paintings of Light and Hope Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61568762302738

And if you like what you see, there are links on that page (and below) to my DebsWritingandArt Etsy store where I sell the originals, or to my FineArtAmerica pixels.com website page where I sell prints and originals, and also blog about the paintings:

https://debra-bailey.pixels.com/

https://www.etsy.com/shop/DebsWritingandArt?ref=seller-platform-mcnav

And yes…finally, I have returned to writing.

First, I restarted by posting essays with the pictures of related paintings, on the platform Medium in a publication there called Pure d’esprit

In addition to the posts I write about my artwork on the Facebook page I also blog on my FineArtAmerica Pixels.com page

https://debra-bailey.pixels.com/myblog.html

But why am I bothering to write here then, if I have all these other places I show up on the internet?

It’s because the “Soul Mosaic” concept has never left me…

The photo shows a closeup image of a Roman mosaic with the tiles looking like two eyes. This is the background of the logo for this blog's header. The blog is Soul Mosaic, and the subtitle is: From all the broken, mismatched, unwanted pieces of life, the soul builds its beautiful mosaic.
Logo for this blog, incorporating a picture of a mosaic the author took at the NC Museum of Art

The truth is, that mosaic idea is the truest metaphor of my life – broken, mismatched, unwanted — rebuilt into a beautiful mosaic. The truth is, it may have taken me a lifetime to get here, to learn what I needed to, but I am STILL HERE…and in spite of all the havoc that went on in the first half of my life, I THRIVE.

The work of my lifetime?

So that brings me back to the writing work of I am doing and have been working on for the last few years…the writing work that has waited a lifetime for me to come back to it…my memoir.

In short, I was abused – physically, sexually, emotionally, mentally — from infancy through age 27. I should never have gotten out due to all the brainwashing, gaslighting, shame, and frankly ignorance that what happened to me had a name – incest. I thought I was an aberration of nature, and instead I found out it happened to others. Many others. And all of us who lived it walk through life, silent, SILENCED, and broken. The key to healing – understanding, speaking, finding our strength – are denied in silence.

I have fought back for most of my life. I left it behind, rebuilt a life, a good life, and I have done well in spite of the scars I carry. But life has a way of coming back with the well of emotional pain left behind that demands to be heard…in fact, MUST be faced and heard if one is to heal…learn…understand…LOVE.

Why go back? Why write?

Rabbi Jonathan Sacks commented about Holocaust survivors that most spent the bulk of their lives LIVING and BUILDING a life. THEN, only after that, was it time to “look back” – T’shuvah – return to it, and examine what it all meant.

The book – Deep Memoir by Jennifer Selig, PhD – has some pithy answers:

Photo by the author of a book page with a quote explaining that we write memoir to put pack together fragments of our lives and and those of our loves ones in a way that reflects the universal human experience. The focus of the quote from the book Deep Memoir by Jennifer Selig, is that memoir makes connections between writer and reader that connect us both no matter our backgrounds.
Photo quote take by the author from the book, Deep Memoir

Later in the book she also has a quote from another author who sums up the “why”:

”You too are driven by the desire to understand…Beneath your desire for knowledge writhes the hunger to understand and love yourself.”

So – understand…heal…connect with others…and finally PUT BACK TOGETHER FRAGMENTS….LOVE YOURSELF

And to anyone who thinks it is just a litany of just this happened and that, or gee, why me? It is the story of hope…after despair. It is the story of evolving over a lifetime, from a pile of broken-bits rubble, into that mosaic.

It is told through almost 100 paintings and photos that helped me remember, feel the trapped emotions, then find the right words to understand and move forward.

So it is the story that says: “In spite of what you did to me…in spite of how I struggle...I THRIVE.

As to Questions – that tired old “why me?” – that was NEVER the question that plagued me.

MY QUESTION was always:

“Because of what happened…what do I do with it?”

That is the final reason I write – MEANING. All that destruction has to have meaning, and if that comes by writing and helping even one other person in pain with my story, it will MEAN SOMETHING.

Why use the blog?

A way to get my book written, is to have a place I can write posts that discuss one topic at a time that will be covered in the book. This can be my place for “rough-drafting and brainstorming a concept” that I will later more fully develop in the book.

By the way, to write the book I am using a software called Obsidian. I LOVE IT! And it has been a gift to come across, both for gathering thoughts, storing easily accessible info I need to have available, but also to hold the drafts as I build the book.

Anyway, I realized that this Soul Mosaic blog could be my “scratchpad” or “sounding board” place for things I need to explore so I can then expand on them and put them in the book.

Some of the topics I have written about in related essays I published in the Pure d’esprit Medium publication, and I will share those essays here too because the Medium platform is only open to paying members.

But some of the topics I just prefer to write here, in my “old friend” Soul Mosaic because emotionally, it is my place for broken bits being reformed into beauty…and always has been.

So I will be posting here again. For anyone who decides to follow along, welcome.

The Gift – An Extra for Well Spouses from My Post About Lee Woodruff

March 25, 2008

On March 7th, I had posted about going to hear Lee Woodruff speak about her book, In An Instant – the experiences of her and her family when her husband, ABC News Anchor Bob Woodruff, was critically injured by an IED in Iraq. In response to that post, the gentleman below sent a comment about a support organization for well spouses of chronically ill individuals, which I provided as a March 9 full posting. As part of his comment, he quoted a Washington Post article about spousal caregivers. However, the link on that post doesn’t work. He has sent a corrected link to the article, listed below. So here is his post, with the new link:

From: Richard Anderson – President of the Well Spouse Association (http://wellspouse.org, 1-800-838-0879), a non-profit, 501(c)(3) grassroots organization offering peer support to husbands, wives or partners of people with chronic illness and/or disability.

Hello again:

“Thanks for posting my response to your March 7 blog, as a further blog entry in Soul Mosaic. I need to make one correction:

The URL for the Washington Post story I gave you was incorrect. This will get people there:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/03/04/AR2008030402498_pf.html

Richard Anderson, President, Well Spouse Association”

Hello, and Why mosaic?

January 13, 2008

I’ve been sicker the last 2 days than I have been in years…couldn’t even get out of bed to get breakfast, much less get going on this blog. I had wanted to work on picking out a mosaic design for the header from the photographs I shot at the North Carolina Museum of Art. They have a Roman floor mosaic there. Aching, coughing and wishing someone would just take me out back and shoot me to put me out of my upper respiratory misery, I came down to the study tonight, just to do a quick check on the world. Instead of the CNN banner page that day-by-day becomes more like the front page of the National Enquirer, I see my laptop open to the front page of my blog. There, in beautiful living color, was the header, floor mosaic installed, blog title nicely spanning the glass and stone chips some Roman installed 2000 years ago. My husband had gone ahead and set it up for me, even though he was sick.

Some men buy diamonds and that’s fine. But for me I’ll take a geek dude any day of the week, one whose form of loving me is to bring me soup in bed, then come down the hall and finish setting up the blog page. )

For the very technical types out there who may be mystified as to why I HAD to have the header set up first before I could write…I am not a computer person, I am a writer. I am mostly emotion, some logic. I go first by gut and sensory feel, then by analysis. I told him I was struggling to feel “warm and snuggly” willing to open my soul online, unless I felt like I was “home”….in a “nest.” My blog, with its ancient Roman mosaic banner, feels safe and comfortable. Like putting out the vase of flowers on the doily on the end table holding the pot of tea while the fireplace burns. NOW I can write.

I will explain more later about the purpose of this blog, and how I envision this project to go. For now, given how I feel, I will just talk about “soul mosaic.” The Romans took refuse – small bits and pieces of broken stone and glass that at first glance were nothing but trash – and instead arranged them into beautiful mosaics. Those rejected pieces, when arranged by someone who could see “their soul” became a unified whole that was a work of beauty.

I know the feeling. For most of my life I have felt like an odd collection of unrelated stone and broken bits. Many of those bits I never valued. Some I hated. Most I flat out ignored or tried to run from. It is only now in my 50s I realize that all those pieces of me, really do make a beautiful picture. When assembled with the right eye, the soul of the mosaic…my mosaic, can show through.

I decided to share this with others. I imagine I am not the only one out there who has ever questioned their life, their purpose, whether they accomplished anything, whether they are worth anything. I imagine I am not alone in wondering what value all the “broken bits” have. Maybe it is my gift to someone out there, to let them know, the broken bits really do make a work of art.

Time for tea, and a huge thank you to my husband. Good night.