Finding a Balance when life throws a curve ball

Dear Friends,

I’m adding another plug for my latest book Finding a Balance. To purchase a copy, paperback or e-book, any of the links below will direct you to the right place depending on the preferred site. All you need to do is click specifically on the words Xlibris, Amazon or Barnes and Noble and you’ll be on that site.

BOOK COVER FINAL 1.26.15This collection of poetry is a compilation that speaks often of my emotions and spirit after finding out about my daughter’s illness three years ago. But in contrast to this sadness, I possess a romantic soul and am blessed to have celebrated close to twenty-seven wonderful years of marriage to my husband and best friend. So from darkness to light, through faith and romance, I find strength to move forward. This book takes the reader on a ride of different emotions evoked from life and love.

My Publisher, Xlibris: http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products/SKU-000756814/Finding-a-Balance.aspx

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Finding-Balance-Lauren-Scott/dp/1503528006/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1445952378&sr=8-1&keywords=finding+a+balance+by+lauren+scott

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/finding-a-balance-lauren-scott/1121084225?ean=9781503528000

All proceeds go to The Chris Klug Foundation in honor of my daughter. Chris had the same disease in his twenties, underwent a liver transplant, then became the first transplantee to win in the Olympics (2002). He is a professional snow boarder and lives in Aspen, Colorado, now in his early forties. Please also feel free to share this post with others who you think might be interested in helping with this cause and who enjoys poetry.

chris klug foundation

 

 

 

 

http://chrisklugfoundation.org/
His mission is to spread the vital importance of becoming an organ donor; offering second chances. Please visit his site for more information.

I sincerely hope you’ll help with this cause, as the only reward I’m receiving is the knowledge that others are becoming organ donors. Some day my daughter may need a second chance…Thank you so much and if you do purchase a copy, I hope you enjoy its contents, Lauren ♥

“This isn’t a post for sympathy, but a request to help with a cause important to my family. My daughter is fine now, with occasional symptom flare-ups, but the disease is slow progressing and there is no certain timeline showing when things will get worse. Of course, we continue to pray for a healing miracle.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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You are Worthy and Worth It!

How often do we criticize ourselves after looking in the mirror?
How often do we respond to a complement with a simple “thank you”
instead of an apologetic excuse?

How often do we feel unworthy of being loved or of being liked?

Relationships constantly change; some grow into deeper, meaningful commitments, and others fade. Sometimes compatibility shifts, maybe commonalities become less harmonious, or people grow in different directions.

When we land in situations that create heartache and leave us feeling lonely, we need to keep our emotions intact and not be so hasty to point the finger at the person in the mirror. Negative thoughts have a large impact on the perception of living. If we allow ourselves to fall into darkness for too long, it could be dangerous. Unfortunately, my family endured a tragic loss five years ago and there were no outward signs.  More often than not, those dangerous thoughts are kept safely inside of our minds. Reaching out for help is not a sign of weakness but rather a sign of courage.

Below is a poem written by my friend, Jessie Jeanine at http://jessiejeanine.com/. She is a woman of Faith, Love, and Forgiveness. Even after all she has endured, she moves forward with self confidence and perseverance, setting an example for anyone who is struggling with low self esteem. I encourage you to visit her blog for more inspiration and enlightenment.

Scars are Beautiful

Do not tell me I am beautiful

If my scars you have not seen…

The scars on my arms and legs
From being stabbed and cut with blades,
The scars on my back from being whipped,
Or the scars across my stomach from being sick

Do not tell me I am beautiful
Not until you see
Both the darkness and the light
Consuming my mind, in a fight to be free

Do not tell me I am beautiful
Until you have seen me cry
When I break down and show you
Everything, I keep buried deep inside

Do not tell me I am beautiful
Until you know what plagues me
Night terrors and horrors
Please hold me… arms of safety

Do not tell me I am beautiful
If my fears you have not heard;
If my soul you do not understand
Because of pain I have endured

Do not tell me I am beautiful
Until you have cared for me ill
From diseases I was born with
As I fight to stay well

Do not tell me I am beautiful
If my scars you have not seen…
The ones burned deep into my flesh
And my very being

However,
If after you see all of my scars, learn of my fears
And listen to even a portion of what I have survived…
If after all of that, you still accept me and think I am beautiful

If you can kiss my scars without pity
And not be ashamed of me –
If you can see how all of them make me
The perfect woman, survivor and being

Then maybe… just maybe, I will believe you.
I will believe you when you tell me that,
“I am beautiful…”
I am a beautiful woman and human being.

http://jessiejeanine.com/2014/01/08/scars-are-beautiful/

Some people experience hurt to an extreme degree, while other’s experiences are milder. Regardless, please remember that You are Worthy and You are Worth It
no matter your age; a pessimistic mindset does not discriminate. We all feel pain, but it’s up to us individually to work through it so we can live, laugh, love others, but most importantly, love ourselves again.

“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.”
Sophocles

Before you leave, please say this to yourself, “I am Worthy and I am Worth It!”

worthy

 

I wish you a Wonderful, Blessed Wednesday and I thank you for reading.

Lauren Scott © 2015
Photo: Google Images

 

Transformation

I find myself going the wrong way
at rapid speed and I’m so preoccupied
that I miss the gap in the road before
tumbling in. Darkness surrounds me
with verve. A smooth texture is cool
under my fingertips and less frightening
than my imagination. Still, uncertainty
and fear consume me. Strength has always
been my friend. Weakness has been an
acquaintance. I rely on my friend and
ever so slowly, with fingers gripping each
little crevice, I find my way out and am
blessed to feel sunshine on my shoulders

Lauren Scott © 2015
(The darkness in this poem is fiction
and the sunshine is reality)

 

 

Waiting for Santa

Christmas tree Michael took

Magic fills the air tonight; Rudolph leads the way
as they’ll land on the roof in the big, glorious sleigh

Her enthusiasm is charming; she’s bursting with glee
making cookies for Santa to set by the tree

It sparkles with colors, all shiny and bright
with tinsel and popcorn and lights of white

She sets the cookies where he won’t miss them
with a bowl of carrots so the reindeer can have some

As darkness arrives, her bedtime is near
inside her heart, she’s holding great cheer

With one eye open, she’s too excited to sleep
but slumber prevails so she hears not a peep

She rises with the sun, joyfully wiggling
waking her parents with constant giggling

They enter the room to find many surprises,
gifts hugging their tree in all different sizes

She was thrilled to see only cookie crumbs lie
and the carrots were eaten by reindeer in the sky

Their tree was so pretty, standing tall and proud
She hugged Mommy and Daddy and thanked Santa out loud

May we all experience the magic of this Holiday Season
with childlike excitement~

Lauren Scott © 2011
Photo credit to my son

(This poem is beginning to be a tradition
since I’ve re-posted it in the last few years.
But even so, I hope the magic is reborn
with each new holiday season.)

Only Words

You say “I love you,” a recipe of letters
that could stir up a magical moment,
but they’re only empty air bubbles,
meaning nothing without the alliance of
actions and yours are lacking. My heart
will 
bend, but it won’t breakI’ll always
remember 
those sweet moments of tender
kisses and 
hand holdingunforgettable
nights and 
mornings of loving each other,
but the
fun has vanished like water droplets
on a 
summer-kissed sidewalk. I’ll be fine in my
own company, yet, if by chance somewhere
beyond this storm, another love finds his way
into my arms, they’ll be open to letting his
charms lead me home. You had your ending;
now I embrace my beginning. Who can say when,
but I’d be willing to fall in love all over again.

Lauren Scott © 2014

 

Reassurance

 

Reassurance 2014

This is another collaborative piece with Scott,
a friend and awesome writer/photographer
from http://evokingthedeep.wordpress.com/.
Have a wonderful weekend
and thanks for stopping by! ♥