Hiss

On June 19, 2025June 20, 2025 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry178 Comments

Dear Friends,
I apologize for my silence this week, but it’s not because my world has been silent…

Dear Tinnitus,

You arrived like an earthquake without warning. One day you simply shook my essence. You could be birdsong, a river flowing, soft rainfall, a symphony, a beautiful melody, but instead, a low hiss.

A negative mind could say like a punctured tire.
A positive mind would say like soothing white noise.

I’m thankful you don’t roar like thunder.
I’m thankful you don’t steal my ability
to function…
to live.

But sleep? Laying my head down on the pillow with you beside me is anything but relaxing.

Everything unpleasant requires mind over matter, so, I repeat,
“I’m fine, I’m fine!”
Eventually, my mind falls into a slumber.

Things can always be worse.

The pros:

I can still hear
the sounds I love.
You’re not horribly loud.
The train of life moves forward.
You didn’t bring pain
with your baggage.
Your visit could be temporary.
It’s not life-threatening.
You’re common.

The cons:

I feel trapped inside you.
No escaping.
A sense of claustrophobia.
I’ve had enough.
Let me out!
Falling asleep is challenging.
Your visit could be permanent.
Living with you is life changing.

I miss the solitude of silence, and now masking your constant presence is a must.

It is a privilege to blow out birthday candles each year, but with aging comes possible bumps in the road. So another bump may have tripped me up, but it won’t keep me down!

Mind over matter…

I hope your stay is temporary but knowing you could decide to hang out with me for the duration of my life, I might just need to get used to you.
So, I (once again) take One day at a time.

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Note: We experience things in life that we don’t always welcome, but life inspires writing – the reason for sharing my experience. I’m also open to any encouraging words.

Working on my Copper book and book reviews were paused this week because of this new diagnosis. Learning about tinnitus and how I can manage it has taken precedence. But soon I’ll post reviews for the following books:
Burning Butterflies, Ink Stained Love, Ancient Voices, and Meadowlark Songs.

I appreciate you, and I hope life is treating you well! Love and hugs, Lauren ❤️

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Warmth and Wise Words from Tuesdays

On November 29, 2015November 29, 2015 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Books, Discussion25 Comments

As a piggyback to my previous post, everyone has their struggles, moments when they feel defeated, when they need to cry. (Because of the situation, our moments will be ongoing until..well, we don’t know. We only know what we know right now, which entails a lot of gray area.) But after the moments, they get up, they move forward, and they smile again. One day at a time and all is good…thanks again to all of you who offered prayers, hugs and support…

This weekend, my daughter and I did some Christmas shopping (avoiding black Friday madness), and it was a great mom/daughter time. Santa brought me an early gift, something I needed, adding some fun (and warmth) to life…

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“Behind every successful woman is a fabulous pair of shoes” 🙂

To those of you in the U.S., I hope your Thanksgiving was peaceful and special. And for everyone visiting here, I hope your weekend was the same! ♥

I’m re-reading Tuesdays with Morrie, written by Mitch Albom. Long story short, Morrie was Mitch’s old college professor, who was dying from ALS. Most of us has someone special in our lives who made a heartfelt impact. For Mitch that person was Morrie. Mitch met with Morrie each Tuesday for Morrie’s last class. The subject was The Meaning of Life, taught from experience. Although Morrie was dying, he kept a positive attitude. Through his genuine, loving, and heart-tugging manners, he taught all who knew him “how to die so they could learn to live.”

I’m ending with advice from Morrie (so much profoundness in this book). It will change your perspective on life…

Mitch asked Morrie, “do you ever feel sorry for yourself?”
“Sometimes, in the mornings. That’s when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands-whatever I can still move-and I mourn what I’ve lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I’m dying. But then I stop mourning.”
“Just like that?” Mitch asked again.
“I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories I’m going to hear. On you-if it’s Tuesday. Because we’re Tuesday people.”

My wish is that when you leave here, you take away something positive that will benefit you in your life, in whatever you’re going through…

Much love,
Lauren ♥