Coffee Date with Luna: Addicted to the Noise

Hello everyone!

I rose from the dead, here I am actually blogging on my own blog. My last few weeks have been quite interesting and when I say interesting, I mean numbingly painful but I am still working through that bullshit. When I say that I rose from the dead I mean it.

Forgot to say, welcome to another Coffee Date with Luna. Depending on when I actually publish this, might be time for warm milk before bedtime with Luna, but that’s beside the point.

Growing up in domestic violence (what a lovely way to start a blog post), you cannot function in silence or in a lot of noise which is more common for such environment. When there was noise, when we were fighting or my father was chasing us around the house trying to beat us, I heard something and I knew that everyone was alive and conscious if they were speaking. Silence would sometimes be comforting, especially on those rare night when I wouldn’t go to bed listening to my father’s drunk rants about how he’s going to burn the house down while we sleep in it. But there’s this other thing that you start fearing about silence and it’s silence itself. I would often catch myself enjoying some moments of peace and quiet to only then be awaken by the thought that someone is hurt or that my father randomly fell somewhere while he was drunk and broke his neck. Yes people, welcome to my childhood thoughts. Don’t worry, he is still alive and back then he was mostly sleeping on the couch or the floor because he was too drunk to make it to bed.

This fear of silence made me into a person that constantly has to have noises around me. While I was living alone in Zadar, I always had music playing in the background or the TV was on. If I was going to the store, I had my headphones in. I had a playlist for bedtime. Music would be playing while I would get ready in the morning or while I was under the shower. And this routine continued.

Do you know what this does to you? It takes away your time to self-reflect and think about your problems and fears by constantly distracting your brain. I do not know how to be in silence or allow my brain to just process situations. I let everything build up inside of me until I become so emotionally unstable that I get depressed. And you want to know something? YOU ALL FUCKING DO IT AS WELL.

We live in a climate where we are encouraged to constantly be distracted by all types of shit. Our phones are always buzzing with notifications, there’s always someone talking, there’s always a new show to watch, news to keep up with etc. We all suffer from FOMO (fear of missing out). We are so caught up in this era of smart devices and constant noises that we forget about the whole world that’s inside each and every one of us.

I finished reading G. Steinem’s book called Revolution from Within. There’s a part where she speaks about people being healed emotionally and physically by coming back to nature. Do you know what nature is? Quiet. When was the last time when I enjoyed spending time in nature? When I was a kid, I used to run around and climb trees because being on a high tree with the fear of falling and breaking something was safer than being inside my house. Ever since I was liberated from domestic abuse, I gravitated towards the city, the noise, the constant distractions. The only thing that changes this for me is the proximity of the sea. I have a very special bond with the sea but I don’t spend much time on the seaside.

What I’ve come to realize lately, as I’ve been spending more time at home with my mom, is that this running away from my childhood and my inner self has produced a very negative side effect. I lost my memory or suppressed it so hard that I cannot remember years and years of my life. If something were to happen to my mother (God forbid), I would lose years of my life because she is literally the only person that can tell me what happened at certain points. I just don’t remember but that’s a problem for another post. I am researching this issue currently.

This is what being addicted to distractions and to noise brought me. I forgot who I was, do not like to think about who I am or what I wish to be. In this world of noises, I think it’s time for me to put the volume down and go back to me, listen to what I have to say and go through the pain and the thoughts and the memories for as long as it takes to process everything.

In a world that doesn’t want us to think, it’s hard to take that step. It’s not a step out of a comfort zone. It’s more like a jump of a cliff but we have to see it as a leap of faith, a return to the natural, to the human, to the raw part of life that was here before the noise and before devices that became smarter than us.

There is catharsis to be found in books, art, music and creation but there’s truth to be found in the world that’s inside of us. We came to the world naked, screaming and without shame. Let’s not leave it hidden, silenced and manipulated.

Sending love and positive vibes,

Luna

 

Remember Me?

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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Regrets

for those who have left us
they force us to examine
desires and wishes
for understanding of our previous actions

could those changes solve our miseries
possibly, but if not
unhappiness, our friend
for the time being

miseries befall us
when we don’t take a moment
to address our current reality
life stares at us begging for our involvement

…let’s strive not to have any regrets

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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This monster [ covid 19]

Who gave birth to this disease
That crushes me to my knees?
I no longer feel safe to breath
Whenever I see you sneeze.
Who unleashed this monster unto the world?
Which now chews us like a sandwich,
And never seems to have his fill!
I have watched him snatch my brothers from my grip,
I have watched him tare their flesh with his whip.
My tears tickle his soul,
He is pleased by my moans and woes.
He has made shadows of innocent souls,
And turned beauty into dry bones.
My dreams have vanished into thin air,
I now face the world with fear!
I am scared of everything far and near.
Something tells me he might be on his way here,
To punish me for a crime I did not commit.
To torture me for his own pleasure.
He made my friends drink from his bitter cup
And stole them into a very deep sleep.
For how long will I survive the stench from his nostrils?
His breath enslaves life,
When he coughs, the whole world catches a cold!
Thousands of men, he has taken to the grave,
Young, old, coward and brave.
No one can survive his hateful gaze.
He preaches the gospel of death,
Sending his disciples to their graves
With just the touch of his hand.
With this piece of cloth tied around my nose,
I must run to hide from his breath.
For he breathes not life but death.

Poem by..
Bernard Gabriel Okurut
Instagram Bernard Gabriel Okurut
Personal Blog: psychicpoetrycom.wordpress.com
Email, bernardgabriel1995@gmail.com

Bernard Gabriel Okurut, a.ka Blackfut Oracle .A young Ugandan poet, singer and Songwriter. Author of ‘The Noisy Silence’ a Ugandan poetry anthology published on amazon.com. He is a student of English language and literature at Kyambogo university. Okurut is the founder of ‘ koi koi’ psychic poets troupe, a group of young creative minds at Kyambogo university.

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Reflections from My Window Seat

On my time at New City Café, Rochester, NY

In this café, here I sit
Strangers once were we
People wave and people stay
And people talk to me

I say “my name is Kayla
It’s just my first time here
I want to know your story” –
They tell me with no fear!

In my dreams this place exist’d
A place where people grow
Where coffee brews and people sit
And souls do overflow

Christ is in the background here
And Christ is in the walls
I can feel Christ’s presence here
And I can hear His call

In my life now this exists
Sole purpose not for me
But for the people all around
And for to set them free

WordPress blog: lessonsinveritas.com
A few words about me:
My name is Kayla Richardson, and I am an ER nurse from Rochester, NY. I started blogging several years ago when I was in college and recently picked it back up again since I’ve graduated. The purpose of my blog is to share poetry, reflections, and stories about life and God from the perspective of my small corner of the world. I don’t know you, but I already love you! ❤ ❤

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Footsteps

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

Lost in the Crowd

I’m
A small person
lost in the crowd.

It’s very obvious
That you don’t know me.
Because most of you
don’t seem to care about
A small person
lost in the crowd.

Have you ever known
How it feels to be lost?
Lost in a crowd
filled with great men?
No you don’t!
You don’t care to know!
A small person
Lost in the crowd.

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Poem by – Srijit Chatterjee

Hi, this is Srijit Chatterjee, a twenty-one year old writing enthusiast from India. I love to write stories and poems. Besides being passionate about writing, I am an avid reader too.
I feel reading and writing forms an essential part of our life; especially when we wish to grow and transform, not only in materialistic aspects, but also as human beings. I often quote this line when I’m told to express my feelings about writing – “Words find their purpose when they touch the hearts of the readers.”
Links :

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Daddy

My dad and my cool buddy ,
The best gift l could have ever achieved ,
The strong titan to crush the evil powers ,
The only hero l believe !!

You are the wind under my wings ,
And my all time ATM….
You are the one who always lends his ears ,
Whenever are risen troubles !!!

You are a chip of the old block ,
Having an organised life ,
Without forgetting the importance of fun ,
Munching at night was a habit already begun !!!

Alike are our hobbies ,
Greatest foodies are we ,
And travel bugs next travelling to London soon ,
With a great joyous smile on our faces after the refreshing poop !!

The innumerable times I counted on you,
And you never let me down…
My constant pillar of support ,
You deserve a crown !!

Maggi is our all time favourite snack ,
Suitable for all times ,
Midnight hunger pangs are a daily habit ,
We fix it up together as it is not a matter of sometime !!!!

Watching movies with you is spellbinding ,
Though it is never of our choice ,
With the remote always in you hand ,
May it be in our hands next time , try and understand!!

Troubling you was always supported by my inner voice ,
I made you nuts ,
I made you grey ,
I know you still love me anyway !!

To the world ,
You may not be a hero ,
But to me ,
You are the most incredible super hero !!

Happy father’s day !!! Love you

Blog http://kripaaluthra.wordpress.com/

About : hey … this is Kripaa… a thirteen year old .. from India ( the city of taj  : Aga ) through my poems I wish to bring a change … a change in society… a change in the world … I haven’t written a book nor am a famous author but still hoping for you to enjoy !!!

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Transformation

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

Poet Don talks the Class About God

Poet Don runs the FCS Childrens Education Unit
He is devoted to giving the children
a good grounding for their journey in life

The kiddies all love him

Our God first made the heavens
Then earth did follow on
The rest was made in China
Like seats we now sit on

Oooh….

Poet Don can be seen in action on ‘Flippant, Comic, and Serious’ (Reader ‘Poet Don talks to the class about God’ for post)
Don Matthews is an Australian writer whose work is different to the ‘norm’. He focuses on rhyme with content taken from humour, satire, serious, absurd, nonsense etc.  Explore ‘Flippant, Comic, and Serious’ for poetry with a difference  www.donmatthewspoetry.com

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com