Comments for Happy Simple http://happysimple.com Relax. You're fine. Just the way you are. Sun, 20 Nov 2011 23:03:46 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 Comment on When the Absence of Pain Feels Like a Presence by Macy http://happysimple.com/2011/11/09/when-the-absence-of-pain-feels-like-a-presence/#comment-14033 Macy Sun, 20 Nov 2011 23:03:46 +0000 http://happysimple.com/?p=1530#comment-14033 Hi Barb! Well yay you right enough for some sensible words about loss and finding new pain to fill the void left by the old stuff. And yay or a day that starts with a dog walk! Hi Barb! Well yay you right enough for some sensible words about loss and finding new pain to fill the void left by the old stuff.
And yay or a day that starts with a dog walk!

]]> Comment on Reiki by Nancy http://happysimple.com/reiki/#comment-14027 Nancy Sat, 19 Nov 2011 14:34:57 +0000 http://happysimple.com/#comment-14027 Hi - I was given your name by a friend and I need some long distance healing for a friend in hospital in Toronto. Can you email me about this ? I am level one so not experienced enough to do it - thank you so much Nancy Hi – I was given your name by a friend and I need some long distance healing for a friend in hospital in Toronto. Can you email me about this ? I am level one so not experienced enough to do it – thank you so much Nancy

]]> Comment on When the Absence of Pain Feels Like a Presence by Barb http://happysimple.com/2011/11/09/when-the-absence-of-pain-feels-like-a-presence/#comment-14010 Barb Thu, 17 Nov 2011 13:56:41 +0000 http://happysimple.com/?p=1530#comment-14010 Beautiful, Sylvia. I love that you were able to accept the wisdom of a man you wanted to dismiss. That takes such grace and courage. Thank you. Beautiful, Sylvia. I love that you were able to accept the wisdom of a man you wanted to dismiss. That takes such grace and courage. Thank you.

]]> Comment on When the Absence of Pain Feels Like a Presence by Barb http://happysimple.com/2011/11/09/when-the-absence-of-pain-feels-like-a-presence/#comment-14009 Barb Thu, 17 Nov 2011 13:50:41 +0000 http://happysimple.com/?p=1530#comment-14009 So sorry to hear about your father, Meredith. My Dad died eight years ago and I so well remember the long, sleepless nights. I would love to join your link party, but I'm going to need to install updates on my blog first - I can't get back in and edit anything at this point... We'll keep in touch! So sorry to hear about your father, Meredith. My Dad died eight years ago and I so well remember the long, sleepless nights.

I would love to join your link party, but I’m going to need to install updates on my blog first – I can’t get back in and edit anything at this point…

We’ll keep in touch!

]]> Comment on When the Absence of Pain Feels Like a Presence by sylvia http://happysimple.com/2011/11/09/when-the-absence-of-pain-feels-like-a-presence/#comment-13996 sylvia Wed, 16 Nov 2011 00:00:28 +0000 http://happysimple.com/?p=1530#comment-13996 Me too with that 3 Am stuff. Here is a story about that in my life. My brother was killed in a really bad boating accident 17 years ago and died in the middle of the night. Since then, I have woke up most nights. In the early years, I fought it. I drank it. I drugged it. Then, one day in Sunday School, a man I had no respect for and came awfully close to loathing for what he had done to others in my church, spoke of his middle of the night wrestling. He said, "claim it as a blessing. And then start listing all of you other blessings." And so I do. And when I wake up at 3, mourning my brother or worrying about my children, or obsessing about the million other things that can and do go wrong in my life, I claim them as a blessing. Then start listing others. And I fall back to sleep. I wish I could say the wakeful nights are a thing of the past. They are not. But what is a thing of the past is the torment. And for that I give thanks to the man in my Sunday School class and ask for blessings for him. Me too with that 3 Am stuff.
Here is a story about that in my life.
My brother was killed in a really bad boating accident 17 years ago and died in the middle of the night. Since then, I have woke up most nights. In the early years, I fought it. I drank it. I drugged it.
Then, one day in Sunday School, a man I had no respect for and came awfully close to loathing for what he had done to others in my church, spoke of his middle of the night wrestling.
He said, “claim it as a blessing. And then start listing all of you other blessings.”
And so I do. And when I wake up at 3, mourning my brother or worrying about my children, or obsessing about the million other things that can and do go wrong in my life, I claim them as a blessing. Then start listing others. And I fall back to sleep.
I wish I could say the wakeful nights are a thing of the past. They are not. But what is a thing of the past is the torment. And for that I give thanks to the man in my Sunday School class and ask for blessings for him.

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