Celtic Attic Angel Services
Celtic Attic is headed down a
new path. We are working to open a Foundation that can assist
people in following their hearts and escaping abusive situations by
giving them resources to walk a new path. We will be offering
classes in Life Building skills, Surviving abuse, and other skill
building and job building classes as well as basic Computer skills
classes. We will be offering classes online and via email or hard
copy booklets. All classes will be FREE. We are requesting
that anyone that can donate to the startup costs for materials and
advertising, do what they can. We know everyone is pinching
pennies and times are tough, but we do a lot of donations and help a lot
of organizations and want to continue this in a grand plan. For
everyone who wants to donate to our Angel Start up Fund, we will be
giving away a FREE PDF copy of the Celtic Attic Cookbook & my newest
booklet on Surviving domestic abuse- Contemplating the Looking Glass.
If you wish to donate or inquire as to our plans, you can click the
links below. You can email Kristin directly with any questions you
may have. firstname.lastname@example.org
Attic Angel Fund Donations
The introduction from Contemplating the Looking
Glass; A reflection of your life
We are often told that life goes by so quickly.
Each moment should be treasured and enjoyed.
Each second, each minute, each hour, each day, each sunset,
cotton candy and rainbow filled wonderfully glorious months flashing
through our minds eye. Savor the moment, breathe deep the songs of birds and the
smell of popcorn and fires lit at Sunday BBQ’s.
Let me tell you a tale of moments frozen in time, frozen in fear.
Let me talk to you now, shh, don’t speak too loudly or listen
too closely as I murmur in wee breaths and fearful sounds a tale of time
passing. Of time passing
like the flapping of a dragonfly’s wing in suspended red flash time.
Listen; open your ears to hear my heart beating as I lay in
silent tears. Begging,
pleading for time to rush as fast as possible so the illuminated
sunlight will vanish from this beastly day and pass and turn into the
darkness. Only then can I
bravely hide my fear and loathing and hatred amongst the pillows and
pungent satin bed linens. Hide
so that the person I am cannot possibly ever know the person I have
become. This transition is
necessary to live inside this dream of not so golden skies and
blissfully pleasured passions, but instead in terror, shear terror and
hatred. Too afraid to speak
my own thoughts or breathe without permission.
Listen as I speak finally of a life lived, loved and of precious
moments that can never again return. Lost in a silent few years that
passed forever into the abyss of sadness.
The tale is not unheard of by many.
I speak of the tale of horror and domination and of anger and
sadness and of control and brutality.
It is one of fear and compassion; it is of love surrendered for
the very act of surrender. It
is this very act that saves the heart, mind and soul and possibly the
very life. Hear this tale
so that you might learn, remember, scream, yell and feel the indignity
well up into your veins and like a volcano, explode into your heart and
then burst through in brilliant recognition to the very mind that has
tucked this all into a corner of silence.
Hear this I beg you so that you can escape. Your children can escape and you can find peace and serenity
and love and passion and pleasure.
So that you can see the wings of the butterfly gently moving in
the breeze and you can feel your breath upon the air.
To never again have that feeling of pain inside your soul that
begs the day to end and quickly at that.
To hear only instead your heart rejoice in saying that each
moment can pass as it will according to the grand design of the universe
for you fear no more.
You are free and life is amazingly brilliant.
Again hear me as I speak of the unspoken, of the pain of the
abuse and it’s very gut filled stench.
Hear me now as I speak of escape and hear me as I cry and bleed
and scream. Life is more
than living another’s will. Life
is more than physical and emotional bruises and bloodied hands and
faces. Life is a grand
adventure and should be ridden as a bountiful white steed in perfect
beauty and brilliance. Never
again to miss a child’s smile, a first step, a telling gesture, a
passionate kiss, or a wink from a stranger. Never again to rush through
the day, praying for the dark to hide and missing the living of the day
for the fear of the living. Join
me now as we release the dreams of our own heartache and choose to not
be victims any longer. Join
me know as we choose freedom. ©®
Kristin Olsen 2012
In the words of William Wallace1 "FREEDOM"
William Wallace. (2012, April 27). In Wikipedia,
The Free Encyclopedia. Retrieved 20:33, April 27, 2012, from http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=William_Wallace&oldid=489495221