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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>he calls me home?</title><link rel="self" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T00:39:28+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2008-09-05:/2008/09/06/its-been-ages-since-i-wrote-anything-on-here-but-4688223/</id><title>title-4688223</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2008/09/06/its-been-ages-since-i-wrote-anything-on-here-but-4688223/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2008-09-06T00:55:01+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:55:01+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Its been ages since i wrote anything on here,but would like to share my thoughts on something.Like most people i have my problems,and while i like to think that i always overcome them there are some that are like old friends they keep commng around ,the same old stuff showing up.Maybe the real point is not to overcome but to experience and evolve with rather than change them.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2008/09/06/its-been-ages-since-i-wrote-anything-on-here-but-4688223/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2008-01-02:/2008/01/02/in_my_eye~3517082/</id><title>in my eye</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2008/01/02/in_my_eye~3517082/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2008-01-02T06:30:13+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T06:30:13+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Here you see eye&lt;br&gt;
eye that is overflowing with want&lt;br&gt;
with tears so deep thay&lt;br&gt;
hang heavy on my lash&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;the swerling world within&lt;br&gt;
holds all the universe&lt;br&gt;
all the dreams&lt;br&gt;
all the hurt of my heart&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2008/01/02/in_my_eye~3517082/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2007-06-16:/2007/06/16/the_thought_universe~2461321/</id><title>the thought universe!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/the_thought_universe~2461321/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2007-06-16T02:28:08+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:28:08+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;its just become clear to me how much what you think influences what you get!    so be careful what you think!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/the_thought_universe~2461321/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2007-01-26:/2007/01/26/for_allen~1623769/</id><title>For allen</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2007/01/26/for_allen~1623769/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2007-01-26T05:24:19+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T05:24:19+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;holy father,creater and lord,&lt;br&gt;
grant this your child the wonder of your&lt;br&gt;
devine grace,kindel in him the light of your&lt;br&gt;
burning love,unflinching faith,and healing spirit.&lt;br&gt;
for no man loves you more.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;cause him to be uplifted by they gentle hand&lt;br&gt;
into thy healing light,and radiant smile&lt;br&gt;
so that he is whole and may continue the work&lt;br&gt;
you set for him to complete.may all that he has&lt;br&gt;
given to others in your name be returned&lt;br&gt;
now to heal and guide him home to us.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In this dark world he has shone your light&lt;br&gt;
and love as you would,taken time to listen,to laugh&lt;br&gt;
and never to judge,we ask as one voice,all who he has&lt;br&gt;
touch that you may heal and return him to us&lt;br&gt;
whole and well that he may heal us too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2007/01/26/for_allen~1623769/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-08-27:/2006/08/27/messy_life~1074760/</id><title>messy life</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/08/27/messy_life~1074760/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-08-27T22:13:36+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:13:36+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;how is it that just when your doing fine,or think you are ,life comes up from behind and kicks you in the pants?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;im usually an optimist but recently things have become harder to see the up side of,i guess that the same stuff is always there but we dont want to rock the boat when we are feeling good,and cant deal with stuff when we are feeling shit!&lt;br&gt;
god sure has a sense of humour.one great thing about blogging is that you find that your not the only one whos having a had time or fucking things up.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/08/27/messy_life~1074760/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-08-27:/2006/08/27/life_is_full_of_suprises~1072504/</id><title>life is full of suprises!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/08/27/life_is_full_of_suprises~1072504/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-08-27T02:12:27+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T02:12:27+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;went to my mother-in-laws today with my partner and got anbushed,things have been a little strained between my partner and me the last few weeks,we havent been talking that much and ive been going through a lot of shit.but today when i went up to my partners parents house he brought the whole subject up.&lt;br&gt;
 It resulted in a massive argument and me getting very upset,i realise its had for him to talk to me sometimes but this was like betrail!they are bias they only see things from his point of view.I do not have the luxury of parents i can count on like my partner,for the last 10 years i have put up with and helped him manage his bi-polar disorder and stood by his side,but the first time i have a problem its everyone attack!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;maybe im just sounding off here but all i want is some peace and a little understanding,and a partner whos by my side not on my back twisting the knife in!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/08/27/life_is_full_of_suprises~1072504/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-08-07:/2006/08/07/god_is_in_the_rain~1019237/</id><title>god is in the rain</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/08/07/god_is_in_the_rain~1019237/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-08-07T01:06:18+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:06:18+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Its been so hot today everyone is weating and snapping at each other ,we are all using too much electric running endlass fans and air conditioning.so when the day was winding down and the kids were finnaly going to bed i took a moment to go out into the garden.....and it was raining.....and yes god is in the rain......next time you have a stressful day try it!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/08/07/god_is_in_the_rain~1019237/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-07-19:/2006/07/20/i_am_a_human_being~973134/</id><title>i am a human being?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/07/20/i_am_a_human_being~973134/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-07-20T00:05:56+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:05:56+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;i am a human being,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;but what am i being&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;being judgemental&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;being loving &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;being tolerant&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;being the best that i can be?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;what are you being? human?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/07/20/i_am_a_human_being~973134/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-06-30:/2006/06/30/magic~922254/</id><title>magic</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/06/30/magic~922254/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-06-30T01:54:55+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:54:55+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;as a child i loved nothing more than sitting under my fathers fishing umbrella at the bottom of the garden listening to the rain.For me i made my own magic,life was full of wonders and possibilitys,dispite having a father who tryed very hard to brum any kind of imagination or fantsy out of me i still retain that sense of wonder and love of the world.What magical things can you remember from your life,what special moments have you had?do you take enough time to make new magic????
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/06/30/magic~922254/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-06-20:/2006/06/20/we_are_all_one~895600/</id><title>we are all one</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/06/20/we_are_all_one~895600/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-06-20T01:19:37+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:19:37+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;after watching the world cup with some friends and family i was aware of someone at the back of the room saying "the black bastards they breed like rabits" that was shocking enough,but the fact that it went un-challenged was so shocking i got up and left the room.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have always hated racisum,but recently its become clear that if i dont let those who do it go un-challenged the i feel im as bad.It might mean i get a bashing but it has to be done.I was in the minority there but i had my say,not because i want to change anyones opinion because you cant' more because i have made a commitment to walk my talk.I feel we are all the same no matter what the colour of our skin,sex,race,or what language .we all love our kids worry about money,get sick,laugh,cry,pray.Untill we realise the things that make us the same instead of the things that make us differant then we cant hope to change the world or live in peace.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/06/20/we_are_all_one~895600/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-05-23:/2006/05/23/habit~821497/</id><title>habit</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/05/23/habit~821497/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-05-23T01:46:36+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T01:46:36+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;read this somewhere:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i walked down a road&lt;br&gt;
theres a hole in the way&lt;br&gt;
i fall down it&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i walk down a road&lt;br&gt;
theres a hole in the road&lt;br&gt;
i fall into it&lt;br&gt;
it isnt my fault&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i walked down a road&lt;br&gt;
theres a hole in the road&lt;br&gt;
i know its there&lt;br&gt;
i fall into it&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i walked down a road&lt;br&gt;
theres a hole in the way&lt;br&gt;
i fall into it&lt;br&gt;
i get out as quick as i can&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i walked down a street&lt;br&gt;
theres a hole in the way&lt;br&gt;
i walk around it&lt;br&gt;
i dont fall in&lt;br&gt;
i walk down another road!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;sound familiar?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/05/23/habit~821497/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-05-14:/2006/05/14/the_lost_world~797762/</id><title>the lost world?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_lost_world~797762/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-05-14T03:43:28+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:43:28+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;so many people i talk to today seem so lost,lost in the sense that they dont know what they want,or think theres not enough of everything,or need to get more stuff.When did we loose sight of what rearly matters? consumerisum has lead us away from our birth right,HAPPINESS commen sense,even love.I recently talked to a male friend of mine who has been looking for love,he is very wealthy,successful,even good looking.he meet a girl and it was love at first sight,untill he discovered she was untidy at home and didnt have much money! whats that all about?have we become that shallow?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;life has become too compicated,too far removed from the natural ways of nature.if you want water you have to find the best warter supplyer,then electricity supplyer,not to mention morgages.we live in our remote control houses with our automatic ,processed,prepared microwave food,steralised from 99% of all germs,smelling like deoderised atifical bublewrapped humans.no wonder we are so fucked up!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;no we cant go back to living in mud huts,but there has to be some way to marry the best of the old and the best of the new?what do you think??????
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_lost_world~797762/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-04-11:/2006/04/11/dreams_of_dad~718367/</id><title>dreams of dad</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/04/11/dreams_of_dad~718367/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-04-11T02:23:27+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T02:23:27+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;ive been dreaming of my father every night this week and have found myself waking up in tears,feeling bad.Maybe i sould start at the begining,my father devorced my mother when i was 11,he left and for a lot of years i didnt have a real relationship with him.It was hard because my mother was mentally ill and often tryed to commit suicide.but after many years we got backtogether and we are very close now.but growing up he would be the first to admit me was less than available to me emotionally,and years later we have talked about it and tryed to work it out together.I dont blame him for the past,i know he was young and inexperienced and was carrying a lot of baggage of his own about,and he has tried his best to tell me how much he loves me,but for some reason it just dosnt go away and i think thats what all the dreams are about.In every dream i have had this week each scenario my father dosnt react as i want him to and is less than comforting and supporting.I guess that sub-consiously thats how i still see him,unavailable and not very loving.I once told him how i felt and he asked me what it was i needed from him in order for me to be able to heal the wound,the truth was i just dont know if there is anything he can do to heal the wound i feel it has to come from me.The problem is i dont knoe if i can ever get this feeling to go away,he could say i love you a million times and it wouldnt help!,its like when your a child your parent says by their behaviour "your not good enough for me to love" and if its said enough to you then it becomes a habit and years later you find that you,ve been telling that to yourself for years too,just out of habit.but im sick of it now i want to stop this feeling invading my life,and my dreams,but the real question is how.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;can it be done???????
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/04/11/dreams_of_dad~718367/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-04-07:/2006/04/07/cant_sleep_again~708856/</id><title>cant sleep again!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/04/07/cant_sleep_again~708856/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-04-07T01:26:25+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:26:25+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;having trouble sleeping again,have all kinds of stuff just floating around in my head.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;UNIVERSAL LAWS:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;theres no such thing as a shortcut!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;truth is just one end of the same spectrum&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;wisdom is experience expressed.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;truth and duality are interchangable.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;awareness is sometimes a very lonely place.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;love is open to interpritation and not a foolproof basis for a long term relationship.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;age is no garrentee of wisdom.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;just tought id share these thoughts with you all,better out than in???
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/04/07/cant_sleep_again~708856/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-02-12:/2006/02/12/orbital_heaven~555681/</id><title>Orbital heaven</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/02/12/orbital_heaven~555681/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-02-12T01:48:05+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:48:05+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;After a stressful day my partner talked me into listening to some music,this might not sound that interesting but we are chalk and cheese when it comes to music and i usually hate his dance/electro/hard taste but tonight he played me something by Orbital called somewhere out there..........Wow it blew me away,this man is a genius!the music seemed to reflect perfectly my life at the moment,theres the chaotic rythem of my life and yet under that the constant reasurance that is my relationship with spirit,myself,and my god.It truley brought tears to my eyes and as usual i realise i was being spoken to,through music,through my partner,across time and the universe in the clearest way possible .to my heart..........thankyou god,i love you!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/02/12/orbital_heaven~555681/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-02-07:/2006/02/07/best_party_ever~541238/</id><title>best party ever!!!!!!!!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/02/07/best_party_ever~541238/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-02-07T01:23:41+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:23:41+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;when i was asked a few wees ago to attend my mother-in-laws 60th birthday party i was a little nervious,for one thing my partner is at the moment having issues with drinking and it would be hard to keep him  away from all that temptation and i would have to be nice to lots of people im not to fond of.But the party turned out to be one of the best ever.&lt;br&gt;
   Some time ago i confided in a friend i had fallen in love with someone else while i have been with my partner,and while i had come to terms with this feeling i had found it difficult in social situations when he was present.Well he was at the party sporting a new girl friend  so i wasnt sure how it would make me feel and how hard it would be to conseal my feelings.She was lovley a truley wonderful girl and i found on talking to her we had a lot in commen.As often happens befor long she was talking to me about her relationship with this guy and it was rearly difficult for me to hear but then something wonderful happened to me,through talking to her i realised that i was the onlyone to find him flustrating and emotionaly void.I felt such mixed emotions,i felt sorry for her and vindicated all in the same moment,it was as if god was talking to me and rewarding me for my control and responsability through out what has been a difficult thing to handle.You see i love my partner,with all my heart he is my best friend and when all these feelings came up it felt like betrail.I had always been taught that its not ok to love more than one person at a time,and there must be something wrong with me to let this happen.The whole experience has been a steep learning curve!&lt;br&gt;
 So here i am at this party i dont want to be at and im having a conversation with god! indirectly hes there talking through this girl!telling me that these feelings mean im ok im not fucked up,im a thinking feeling human being who loves freely and thats ok!,I have never felt so in touch.The party was wonderful,mum was so relaxed and the room was filled with love,and me,well im on the road to liking myself more and understanding that love is never a bad thing and it can learn you so much about yourself and the world.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/02/07/best_party_ever~541238/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-01-30:/2006/01/30/life_on_mars~521031/</id><title>life on mars?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/30/life_on_mars~521031/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-01-30T23:04:41+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:04:41+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;after seeing a programme on discovery channel my partner and i got into a rather deep conversation on the possibility of life on other planets,and on mars.Several things come to mind on this subject.Firstly the definition of what life is?do we mean carbon base life forms,of are we more open minded than that.It seems that the constrains of scientific thinking are stopping us from making progress,it seem that the laws of physics alter as we more out and away from our galaxy.we live in universe of duality but who,s to say that that is the case everywhere.What im rearly trying to say is that we need to change our thinking not our technology,we need to expand our thinking not narrow it into a sharper tool.We seem stuck on the idea that life on other planets must look like we do,be made of the same stuff,conform to the same evolotionary paths as us.&lt;br&gt;
      We dont even understand 10% of the life forms on this planet never mind anywhere else.I personaly think there is life on other planets but that its more highly evolved than us,and as such perhaps feel that we arnt evolved enough to contact us.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/30/life_on_mars~521031/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-01-29:/2006/01/29/admitting_your_part~517234/</id><title>admitting your part.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/29/admitting_your_part~517234/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-01-29T19:56:07+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:56:07+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;my partner is having a battle with drinking,a battle that ive been warning him about for almost a year now.He says he wants to stop drinking and is trying to cut down.The problem is for me that its just another one in a long list of addictions for him.I know he has bi-polar disorder but to me the problem is one of not taking any responsability in these behaviours.he says he always has an excuse for his addictions and hides behind his illness to avoid facing the truth.I feel unless he faces the fact that he is making the choices he wont chang the pattern of addiction he keeps repeating.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Its all well and good his mother telling him how brave he is,and how well hes doing but in my experience being kind to him and making excuses for him isnt helping him to face up to his problems like a man,and accept his own part in these matters.he just thinks im being a hard faced bitch,but after 10 years and lots of these addiction crises what else will work??????
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/29/admitting_your_part~517234/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-01-29:/2006/01/29/admitting_your_part~517206/</id><title>admitting your part.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/29/admitting_your_part~517206/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-01-29T19:49:17+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:49:17+01:00</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/29/admitting_your_part~517206/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-01-15:/2006/01/15/middle_child_syndrom~473542/</id><title>middle child syndrom?????</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/15/middle_child_syndrom~473542/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-01-15T17:11:09+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:11:09+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;was talking to my niece the other night,she was upset because as she sees it her mother doesnt pay her enough attention,being the middle child this is a commen enough thing.I was also a middle child and i could relate to what she was saying.I also felt like the black sheep of the family with my brother and sister getting most of the love and attention there was to go around.What i realise now is what a marked effect that can have on your personality.&lt;br&gt;
 My niece confided in me that in her younger years she had slept around a lot and only now realises that it was because she needed to feel loved and when your in your teens its hard to tell the differance between love and sex,and even though she eventually learned the differance she still took any kind of attention,love,affection she could get.I could relate to her so much.but can you ever heal that kind of stuff on a deep level?For me its something that crops up over and over again.That feeling of not being good enough,not worthy of love,somehow less than anyone else.On an interlectual level ive come to terms with it,and to some extent emotionally but can i ever get rid of that underlying insecurity??????
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/15/middle_child_syndrom~473542/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-01-08:/2006/01/08/strange_day~452523/</id><title>strange day</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/08/strange_day~452523/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-01-08T19:15:45+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:15:45+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I always find sundays kind of surreal! maybe its the fact that you have the whole ritual of sunday dinner and a few rounds of rummikub with the inlaws,or maybe its this whole winter blues thing,hate waking up when its dark,whole thing seems un natural to me.but yet again im left feeling flat and in a dream like state on a sunday evening? maybe what i need is a wee bit of stargazing and a good stiff drink!And if that dosent work well what hope is there for monday.Roll on summer nights!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/08/strange_day~452523/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-01-07:/2006/01/07/the_best_kind_of_sex~449772/</id><title>the best kind of sex?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/07/the_best_kind_of_sex~449772/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-01-07T21:22:36+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:22:36+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;its taken me a lot of years to realise the best kind of sex happens when you get out of your mind! i dont mean druged up or drunk but when you can get your mind out of the way and just experience it in a more profound open way.some times if your mind can become confused enough it gets distracted and the real power of your own energy flows so much more strongly and powerfully. just an observation.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/07/the_best_kind_of_sex~449772/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-01-03:/2006/01/03/the_noble_truth~438126/</id><title>The Noble Truth?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/03/the_noble_truth~438126/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-01-03T22:28:55+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:28:55+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;my partner and i dont see eye to eye when it comes to what he calls the Truth,Any kind of a lie or not disclosing the whole truth to him is against his moral code.Very Noble you might think but as you can imagine its got him into some very sticky situations!.I have to hand it to him hes a man of his principals but it makes my life difficult at times.I am much more diplomatic than he,and while i would like to think myself as noble as him i tend to think its better to realise that most of the time people dont want the truth,well at least the whole truth anyway.Ive tryed to explain to him that truth without the guildence of wisdom is like swinging a very large and dangerous sword,with a very cutting edge.Also that one mans truth is another mans lie.Its all relative.I find myself being more causious these days around what i say to him about other people as he thinks its fine to relay anything i say.&lt;br&gt;
  Its alright to have noble values but much damage can be done if you dont use your comman sense and think befor opening your mouth,theres nothing noble about hurting someones feelings,is there?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/03/the_noble_truth~438126/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2006-01-02:/2006/01/03/a_new_year~435435/</id><title>A new year</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/03/a_new_year~435435/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2006-01-03T00:22:46+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:22:46+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Christmas seems like a blur,what with all the drink and too many mince pies.Im left with a feeling of excitment and expectation mixed with a little fear.What great things will happen this year,what challenges will it bring? Can i make more progress in my development,can i love more,others and myself? can i walk my talk and evolve into a more consious human being?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have a feeling this year will be a very exciting and life changing year for many people.Lets pray its for the better.A happy new year to you all and may you all find whatever it is your looking for.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2006/01/03/a_new_year~435435/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2005-12-19:/2005/12/20/presents~400804/</id><title>presents????</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/12/20/presents~400804/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2005-12-20T00:26:30+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:26:30+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;ive spent all year telling everyone that i dont want anything for christmas,and yet its hard to give up some of the material stuff,its so ingrained in us that if no-one buy you anything for christmas then you must be unloved.Its a hard one to break,but i hope i can show my kids thats not true.I give them presents but its not a measure of how much i love them,thats something i try to work on every day of there lives.&lt;br&gt;
    I was thinking today,what would jesus christ think of all this mixed up commercial christmas that we celebrate today?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/12/20/presents~400804/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2005-12-18:/2005/12/18/christmas_giving~396384/</id><title>christmas giving?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/12/18/christmas_giving~396384/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2005-12-18T16:30:52+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:30:52+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;my friend said the other day "dont get me anything for christmas i cant afford to get you anything" whats that all about? I thought it was a time to give not EXCHANGE presents????
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/12/18/christmas_giving~396384/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2005-12-05:/2005/12/05/some_days_stuff~361313/</id><title>some days STUFF</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/12/05/some_days_stuff~361313/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2005-12-05T03:07:57+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:07:57+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;some days i dont know what to write,the last week or so have been rearly busy,not in a nice enjoying myself kind of way,but a dentist,appointments,stuff kind of way.When things get like that it feels a little scary,out of control.But then all i have to do is take a moment to just  stop,breath deeply,look up at the night sky or listen to the rain on my bedroom window sill to get this back in order.Its too easy to get caught up in the stuff of our lives,and when we do that we forget who we are and what rearly matters.so next time your up to your knees in STUFF ,stop take a breath,say to yourself " Im OK" and remember whats rearly important to YOU. love to you all out there!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/12/05/some_days_stuff~361313/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2005-11-24:/2005/11/24/tales_of_the_dentist~335341/</id><title>Tales of the dentist</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/11/24/tales_of_the_dentist~335341/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2005-11-24T23:04:18+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:04:18+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;last night at around 3am i was woken up by the most terrible pain in a tooth.Now i have always hated the dentists like most people.But today proved to be an eyeopener.My partner is usually disinterested at best,his bi-polar disorder is predominantly the wall between the two of us,and he finds it hard to feel anything in a deep way.But today he came to my aid like a knight in shining armour,It was him who cave me the courage to face the dentists chair,It was him who held my hand and moped up my tears in the waiting room.Now to most people it might sound like the sort of thing most husbands/partners would do,but for my partner it was such a great effort just to drag himself out doors,as he has a fear of new places.I watch him wince as the dentist did his work and he said it was so hard to watch the dentist do his work on me,he felt distressed,but in a strange way he felt love,love for me,and the need to protect me.So from all the pain came something good for us both,Isnt it funny how a little pain can remind us how much we love each other.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/11/24/tales_of_the_dentist~335341/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2005-11-23:/2005/11/23/i_believe_in_magic~332856/</id><title>I believe in magic.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/11/23/i_believe_in_magic~332856/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2005-11-23T23:54:06+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:54:06+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I believe in magic,i said to my daughter the other night while we were outside looking at the night sky,just look up at those stars.what does that prove she said.well the light from those stars has probubly gone out by now,the stars have died and the light we are seeing thake so long to travel to us that to us it looks like its burning bright,but in truth its a kind of magic because we are actually looking back through time.She looked up at the stars pondering what i had said,then i said but the real magic is that i can take moments like this one,being here with you tonight,and keep that memory inside me forever.The real magic is this feeling i have when i look at you and feel so proud of who you are and who you will become.&lt;br&gt;
    Its so easy to forget what is rearly magic in your life when you get hung up on all your daily grind,the moans the worrys,the stuff of life.But if you get the chance just stop what your doing,especially with a loved one or child and take a snap shot of that moment,to keep,inside you and you,ll always have a little magic of your own.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/11/23/i_believe_in_magic~332856/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:dasrah.blog.co.uk,2005-11-23:/2005/11/23/being_creative~330281/</id><title>being creative</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dasrah.blog.co.uk/2005/11/23/being_creative~330281/"/><author><name>dasrah</name></author><published>2005-11-23T02:03:24+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T02:03:24+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Lots of my friends have recently commented that im talented in so many things,I guess i never thought about it much.But the truth is i guess thats down to my dad.We didnt always have a good relationship but as i have got older we are as close as anyone can be,In fact im always struggeling to tell him just how much i love him.But to get back to the point,when i was a kid he always taught me that if someone hasnt told you you cant do something then chances are you can!and i guess that stuck.Im always telling my kids that what you dont know,you can learn.Try everything,sample life but use wisdom,and love and compassion for others and yourself,be creative.&lt;br&gt;
Since turning 40 ive taken up so many new things like carving,car machanics,writing poetry,as well as learning many new things.I think ill never want to stop learning,or listening to others lessons.Sounds kind of soppy but i love people i love life.
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