the power of words

Sometimes life comes at you fast.
Sometimes it’s a curveball to the face and knocks you down and out.
Other times, it IS a fastball, except in the slowest of slow motions – that you find your brain taking it’s sweet, sweet precious time to let it seem to sink in.

Is it trauma? Is it denial? Is it just plain, good ole fashioned shock? Or the fast paced life we live, that you need time for it to trickle down all the crevices of your brain, your heart, your soul?
The way the chocolate syrup slowly trickles down a gorgeous two-scoop vanilla ice cream cone on a nice summer day? But this time, it’s not a delicious addition to your life, but a breaking of your spirit.

These past few weeks, that was me… slowly, my conscious was covered with this gooey covering of “what in the actual world just happened?” And I was rendered almost speechless within myself. So, as I sit here and try to write and make sense of it all, I looked up an old phrase that kept running though my mind –

“There is Power in the Tongue / Words.”

Google brought up & reminded me of not just a few, but so, so many verses about “the Power of our Words,” and what I thought I was setting out to write, has taken an entirely different direction.

The Bible is chock-full of verses about the weight of the words from our mouth or even the lack thereof when we should be using them to lift someone up.

I admit, I am not innocent. None of us are.

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue” – Proverbs 18:21
“Whoever wants to love life and see good, keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit.” – 1 Peter 3:10
“The words of the wise brings healing.” Proverbs 12:18
“Gentle words are a tree of life, but perverseness breaks the spirit.” Proverbs 15:4

Those are just a few of many.
I came here to speak about the way words powerfully shook me to my core.

Altered me, probably, forever.
Rendered me… speechless.

*I’ll pause for you that know me closely, to make your jokes here ;-)*

I’ll also let you know, that it is and was, no joke.
My stomach is still dropped to it’s core, I still have only been able to speak of this to two people, and am otherwise… quiet.

The lessons I walk away from this are, many.
Beyond the main one – The Power of Words (& the lack thereof.)

Lesson One. Boundaries.

Protect yourself, you are worthy of love & kindness.

Your kids are worthy of it too, so if you can’t do it for you, do it for them. Boundaries.

They come in all shapes & sizes for all kinds of situations and people.
Relatives & friends alike. Work, play. Embrace them. Use them. They are for the betterment of you and yours. One my friends straight up told me, “You will never have the relationship you want with this person, I am sorry, but you have to remember that.”
Protect yourself. Boundaries.

Lesson Two. Look Within.
There are power in MY words, too. And I want to bring laughter and life.

While I found myself feeling saddened, and a pit in my stomach, I also stepped outside of myself for a moment and saw myself with the chitter-chatter (both inside & outside of my head)… doing the exact same thing!
While I’m saying “Hey – YOU are being a jerk (aka throwing proverbial stones) when you xyz!” my other hand was essentially throwing an entire handful of stones at the exact same time. 😳😔

*tap, tap, tap to my own shoulder, “hey dummy, do you SEE you?”*
I 100% know THAT is not the woman I wanted to be, nor the example I want to set.

photo by Sel Felin

& Lesson Three. Lean.
In, lean on, & breathe…

“A bruised reed He will not break,
a smoldering wick he will not put out.” – Isaiah 42:3

We all have at least one or more trusted friends that can brighten or lighten the load. Plus other things we know to be tried and true to pull us out of the pit.

For me, I know getting outdoors and getting my miles in pumps up the endorphins/dopamine… & doing other little things that make the small world around me a sweeter place. (What are your pick-me-ups?)

It’s hard for me to reach out when I am dealing with something, and this incident was particularly harder.
But, know the faster I do reach out, the faster I feel better.
Be that someone for others, so when they are that for you, you feel ok accepting it back.

Thank you to my tiny trusted tribe who listened, let me cry, gave me wisdom, & then made me laugh. You are gold. I’m still a little quiet, but I know it’s ok.

And, just like with every other thing that has come before “this,” LIFE continues to get better, stronger, and more beautiful.

This time around, I hope I will continue to pause & remember

There is so much “Power in the tongue/ my words,” and I hope that I will use mine for loving and lifting others up, whether I know them or not.


This is my reminder, and hopefully yours!

Here is one more for the road… ♡ ~ j

“Let us not grow weary of doing good…” – Galations 6:9

the truth will set you free or sad.

“locked heart” by MarkOoMarben

Truth and life.
The things you see, then can’t unsee. Or can’t go back.

Did you ever realize that someone you loved (a significant other, friend, parent, co-worker –  someone in your circle or nearby circle of things that matter) – wasn’t who you thought? Or just have the rug beneath the relationship of the ground you both shared ripped away from you?

It’s gut wrenching.

Did they love me? Did they care? Was I a pawn in a game? What did all of this mean? How does this keep happening to me?
When it isn’t happening TO you – it’s easy advice to give – “No, this isn’t about you, this has nothing to do with you – this is them. This is their trauma, drama, bullshit…”

But for yourself, you’re quietly thinking, “but I AM the common denominator – are you sure?

I mean, I DO keep allowing it. (I have the songwriting and poetry to prove it)” ha
Ugh, I just love to love, I want to keep my people and continue to believe the best! Losing anyone who means something to you is painful.

When my kids were younger,  their dad and I we would meet new friends and often, fairly early on I would have some uneasy feeling (aka red flag or several) I would point out to him. But, because we really liked them and wanted to have them as new friends we’d shrug and say “nah, it’s fine…”
Then 6 months or sometimes years would go by and something would blow up in our faces.  I remember standing in our Boerne kitchen one day when he said to me  “that’s it! We are never ignoring your intuition again! This is ridiculous! You’re always right and this is getting old.”

Maybe I have continued that pattern of ignoring the red flags in my own life at times.

He was right though, it does get old.

It gets old being lied to & manipulated. It gets old having your trust or heart broken repeatedly by people you decide to bring into your circle of friendship, or maybe even closer still – an intimate relationship.

Trust.  For some of us, is near impossible.

We take these tiny dips of our toes in and out – testing the waters of a situation.  Deciding if someone, or something, or a group of people are safe or not.

And for some of us, it seems like the moment we decide to continue in… deeper and deeper…  getting in up to our waste, or deciding to dive or just cannonball all the way in – the proverbial – (well hell! all kinds of metaphors can work here!) *BOOM

Sometimes you’re lucky and it is just “the other shoe dropped” and sometimes you’re “hit by a Mac Truck” and life feels like it has been sucked or knocked out of you.

Sigh, I don’t know what to tell us at this moment as I sit here in disbelief of my last 48 hours.
Not just my own experiences, but my friends, my family.

“The truth will set you free.” – John 8:31

“For where there is light, darkness must flee” – Isaiah 9:2

There is this veil of happiness that occasionally, gets ripped from your eyes with a “truth can set you free” moment.

All growing up I heard that quote/Scripture, and it sounded so positive.

So cheerful.

And you know what, I have found in the last 5 -12 years?

It isn’t always cheerful or positive. Sure it is, a LOT! (I could list a million examples here) but every so often, it can be so painful. Sometimes the truth can mean losing the people that you love most in your life. Your very best friends, the love of your life, your parent, your job.

Because when you see the truth, you cannot un-see it. (Trust me, I have tried.)

And sometimes, unfortunately, that means you can’t go back to old ways, and you lose some things (traditions/people) you really, really loved.

I don’t know if a slow fade or a sudden loss is better or worse, but either way… sigh.

Where now?
Well. Grieve the loss. I learned in 2011 that you can’t skip that part. I coined my little phrase “Feel, Deal, Heal.”  You have to feel it first so you can really deal with the situation and then eventually, heal.

I look at my proverbial plate and make my “New Year Resolutions and Un-Resolutions” every year on my birthday, but maybe now I make it a quarterly thing.  It’s so interesting how the Lord uses certain calendar dates in my life to be so significant. Hindsight will eventually make this one even more special, I have no doubt. He is a Promise Keeper.

The pain and grief of loss is like the ocean. It comes and goes in waves, and eventually, those waves will start to spread further apart, and even better still, you’ll become a master at riding them.

Keep your tribe of people to a tight true. That authentic core of people who want your best and you the best for them. Make time for who and what matter. And remember, that also includes you.

So, the painful truth. Does it set you free or sad?

In the end, it set’s you free,
and that, my friends is always a good thing.

♡ ~ j




(written early july 2024)

the art of

“The art of letting go.”
I keep hearing it.
“You have to let them go, mom. “

This school year marks the last of me being a mom with kids at home full time. Something I have been silently dreading for a little while now. How did it come so quickly? How did my three little people fly so fast? How did this towheaded blue-eyed tiny girl who said the quirkiest things sitting in coffee shops with me on Main Street become a Senior in high school? “How come everyone keeps calling you Julie when your name is Maaaahma??” she’d say. ♡ Now she struts gracefully through the front door laughing and making jokes, while saying “Bye, Mama! I love you!” as she gets into her own car and takes off to school or work.

How is my son (oldest) graduating from COLLEGE this year? I gulp and stare at his baby picture on the side table, remembering his huge smile & his “happy crawl” bouncing on the shores of the beach in disbelief. He’s a grown! And my second born – floating beautifully through her days with dimpled smiles, laughter & and love, always calling and catching me up, never missing a beat.

To say I am a lucky mom is an understatement. To see that the Lord fulfilled the desires of my heart and answered all the prayers begging for children – after almost three years of trying to conceive and miscarriages… they are the greatest gift and joys and accomplishment of my life. The job of getting to be their mom, priceless & an honor.

So as this year begins, and the clock ticks down… everyone insists that I learn “The art of letting go.”

Well, I guess I am no Picasso.
(Or maybe, I am… he was very abstract.)
But, I am definitely no Rembrandt or da Vinci.
You know who I am.
Raw. Real. A mother with her heart on her sleeve, a daughter, a loyal friend, a creative, singer-songwriter, and an amateur poet at best.

If I can keep finding the grace in it all this coming year as my last child finishes high school & my oldest college… yes.
That.
If I can keep finding –
The quiet in it.
The beauty in it.
The joy in it.
The memories
In all these beautiful, glorious years I begged and wished on my knees with my heart of heart “FOR THESE CHILDREN I PRAYED FOR”
in it.
If I can revel in THAT for the next 9 months
and hold on to all the last precious moments that are ours and mine
and everything I hoped and dreamt of and wanted
in that one four-letter word

“M A M A.”

yes. ♡
Oh, God, please don’t let me miss a moment of this next school year.
In dreading an empty house.
In worrying about the future of these beautiful people you gave to me to be my babies… (no matter how many beautiful inches they continue to gain on my 5-foot 3 frame!)
Let their steps be ordered by You.
Tomorrow and always.
Let their paths be adventurous and wondrous and so much better than I could have ever hoped and dreamed for them.
I could continue to ramble, but I won’t.
For now.
This is all.

The art of letting go?
Right now, I will relish & walk in
The Art of Living in the Moment
and
relishing
every
last
drop of this year.

But no matter where they are…
I do know this.
I will always be —

their Mama.

x – j

grace & tolerance.

As I sat at my desk one afternoon jotting down notes in a new gratitude type planner with some prompts on the first couple of pages –
I wrote the line – “Lying seems to be a staple.”

then under a “goals” section – a few bullet points later I wrote –
– “less tolerance.”
and then i wrote,
– “grace & tolerance are not the same.”

While I washed dishes that night, I kept mulling the sentence over in my mind. As “kind” or “good” people, I think we tend to get these words/ideas confused. And in turn, we let people/situations walk all over us, OR end up staying in a place that isn’t for us.

grace– 1 a: unmerited divine assistance given to humans for their regeneration or sanctification b: a virtue coming from God c: a state of sanctification enjoyed through divine assistance

2 a: APPROVAL, FAVOR b archaic : MERCY, PARDON c: a special favor : PRIVILEGE

tol·er·ance – 1: capacity to endure pain or hardship.
: ENDURANCE, FORTITUDE, STAMINA
2 a: sympathy or indulgence for beliefs or practices differing from or conflicting with one’s own b : the act of allowing something : TOLERATION

Circling back to this thought on lying…

Lying seems to be a staple of the majority of people & situations I come across these days.
Why? Where has integrity migrated to?
“Where have all the cowboys gone?” as Paula Cole crooned back in my carefree days of college?
I mean, I see these lies that are for absolutely zero reason, and it makes my head SPIN & my stomach drop… I literally ask out loud, “Why? WHY?
Real question – does anyone even know why?

I had a roommate once who forgot to take out the trash, and when I mentioned it with zero animosity & a normal voice, they said “No, I didn’t.” As we both looked at the trash, then each other. I never said a word, but I always think of that when someone tells a lie for no reason.
So, if little things like that start to pile up in a relationship, what do you do?

Give grace? Tolerate?

There are so many things in life that build a foundation, and then continue to build a relationship – every single kind of relationship – with your children & family, your friends, your spouse/significant others, your coworkers… Each brick is important.

How we communicate, love, show up for each other, show our authentic selves.
I think the more you you are, the more of them you get.
I see it in my kids… who I think are pretty wonderful. (& no, I am not at all bias.;-))
I see it in my close friends, & my coworkers, who have now, in turn, become some of my very best friends.

Navigating life, brings a lot. But learning boundaries and knowing your worth is priceless. The quotes and memes are out there not just as a trend, but because they are true.

So, don’t be a martyr or think you are still there & “strong” – hanging around something that isn’t really right for you – in the name of GRACE.

Let me save you some time. What I jotted down absentmindedly, I have learned to be very true. “Grace & tolerance are NOT the same.”

“Grace and Tolerance are NOT the same.”

Remember, TOLERANCE can waste a lot of your life, heart, & inner strength, and in worse case scenarios, devasting too.

I wish for you so much happiness & to be surrounded with everything meant for you & yours.

x – j

don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.

The last few years I have been writing and ruminating on editing my life, clearing off my proverbial plate. Narrowing down to only what is needed. Keeping only what is authentic and true. And through that process, I have let go of a lot of friendships/relationships/“situation-ships” in my life. I have learned boundaries and how to navigate a lot of situations and areas of my life that I would have otherwise tolerated. Some of these relationships lost have been so major and painful, they have required a mourning period, & some… well, just a giant relief.

One thing I did not anticipate, was something I realized in the last few months. I sometimes pre-maturely end some things that I probably shouldn’t have.

I mean, I do know that I tend to – (ha – ok, i DO) build walls that are high.
And that is indeed very intentional. Walls protect.
But walls also keep out fulfillment, promises, laughter & joy.
Letting someone behind those walls, or briefly letting them down?
Ooof… that takes mad trust, doesn’t it?

Because TRUST.

Trust is the most mysterious, painfully difficult, out-of-reach thing that I have yet to actually grasp… It’s like wanting something so badly, yet refusing to ever actually pick it up.

Which finally brings me to my point. You know the old adage, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water?” This fall I looked back on my year and realized how many times I had accidentally done just that.

Maybe it was in an effort to protect myself.
Or my peace.
I am quick to throw up shields, walls, and even sometimes draw my sword in a situation that it is uncalled for. I have become very, very good at quickly sweeping someone or something off of my proverbial life plate.
Deeming them or it unworthy.

It can be a glimmer of something that scares me. A tone of voice that leans towards anger.
Who knows what ~ we all have to learn our own triggers.

Especially if you come with a past riddled and bent from traumas, deep experiences, difficult childhoods, sickness, loss.

ALL those things you’d rather save in the deep corners of your heart.
The corner that you expose only to the precious few you have come to truly trust.

But what is the problem with quick draw of the sword and shield?

I was missing out.

We are missing out.

You may be missing out.

In our quickness to dismiss.
Or get rid of someone new – or even someone old…
We are perhaps missing out on what could grow into an invaluable relationship for that season, or perhaps even a lifetime.

I looked back this year and realized – stress can be the biggest trigger – sometimes in the middle of the stress – you can throw a red flag on something benign – just because you are overwhelmed with life, (or maybe even just tired or hangry, ha! *raises hand high!*)

So many life circumstances can trigger our fight or FLIGHT and we flee from something that maybe could have helped that problem and made it better…. you name it … ( losing a loved one, the dog died, kids moving to college, cancer, money issues, exes, jobs.) Like I said, you name it!!

Sometimes lack of communication or a misread of someone can make you choose a hard pass from what could have become one of your best friends…

You. just. never. know.

I talked to a lifetime friend about this last week. As I spoke my heart and concerns, he stopped me and reminded me of some huge things I had gone through in life.
He voiced where my fears were valid.

Then he said something life changing…
“Jules, We have to live in the tension.

We spoke further on this… “Living in the tension is living in the integrity of the truth. Just because A is true, doesn’t mean B isn’t true also. You can’t live in one and pretend the other is not true also.”

So… I said, “My fear of something, does not have to cancel it out.”

(***The catch 22 in all of this is… discernment and prayer.
Because there are absolutely times that those things you should blow off, SHOULD be blown off. Red flags shining so bright? Walk away. See alll other writings on this & domestic abuse***)

Discernment, communication, knowledge, stillness and prayer.
The cornerstone of our decision making.

But, do NOT hold onto grudges, hate, fears, or mourn a life of what you think you deserved for so long that you miss out on the life you have.

Do not keep walls so high that you one day turn around and realize, you missed out on your whole life.

Give people a chance to surprise you with their love, goodness & laughter.
Surprise them back.

This is the year to not waste another minute

& to “live in the tension.”

♡ ~ jul

standing at the confluence of life, loss and love.

There are moments in life that take your breath away.

We are all made differently, so those moments look differently to each of us. It can be in the rising and setting suns, watching the waves rhythmically crash onto the shore, the moment you say “I do” to the love of your life, the moment you finally learn you are pregnant and watch your sons or daughters being born… those first ~ well, “everythings” in life.

Your first kiss, your first sip of coffee in the morning, your baby’s first steps, first smile, the list is so long and beautiful. All of these things take your breath away in such beautiful, fantastic ways. Over and over and over.

But, then there are these other moments that take our breath away. It’s a “club” that (fortunately) not everyone is even aware of or can comprehend. it’s all the moments of loss. and they range from small to unspeakable.

that first time we lose a friend in elementary school. Divorce that ends that excited “I do.” Death of a loved one. Miscarriage. Car wrecks or cancer that take best friends too soon. War & casualties. Crime. The death of a child.

All of these moments take your breath away.

My heart will stop in it’s tracks every time. I do not have to know you. Near or far. I feel your heart next to mine.

I am a mother who has experienced all kinds of loss. And I feel you, so deeply. I know you.

Standing at the confluence of loss and life. Of deep sadness and love. Love that still somehow abides inside my heart and on my sleeve.

Sometimes the situational “fucked-uppery” that snakes itself around these terrible moments is so real, it makes it hard to focus on the love.

Divorces clouded in shards of deceit, or children being used against spouse.

The mourning the death of a parent, clouded by a sibling stealing pain meds that should have comforted a mom in her final hours, instead, it extended them.

Drugs, Alcohol, Disease – that continue to kill young & old person, left and right. I have no words. My heart is broken.

Then, there is the Uvalde tragedy. How do we possibly breathe again after this? How does a mother or father, or anyone go on after losing their child?

How do we move on from this pain? This unspeakable loss? Or any unspeakable loss in life?

We don’t.

But, we can continue to grow around it, the way a tree continues to grow around whatever obstacle is in it’s way. And that tragedy? That loss, becomes a part of us… somehow making that tree trunk, making us, even stronger and more beautiful.

Somehow the Lord takes and shapes us
and we become this beautiful unbroken miracle,
and we keep going.

Still breathing, still moving, loving, giving, pouring into each other.
Each day, ebbing and flowing, like the waves of the ocean,
eventually the pain spreading further apart,
maybe easier to float on the salt of our tears of sorrows and joys.

We can choose to keep going.
To honor the losses with
giving more love,
pouring more love,
and honoring the life around us by seeing it even more.

In every little thing –
I choose to see the life, the beauty, the love.
By not letting the evil win.
Not letting even the tiniest moments get wasted.

Today I grieve with every family that lost their child
I grieve with my friends that lost their son, their daughter, their mother.
And I war in love, prayer, and friendship with friends that are fighting fights of their life this year in all the way shapes and forms.
We are all in the middle of something.

So keep loving each other.
Love your tribe. Your people.
Don’t miss a minute.

Honor the losses with more.
More love, more kindness, more
strength.

♡ – jul

various images found from Google.

closing doors & burning proverbial safety nets


Being a single mother brings it’s own bag of uncertainties, what-ifs, what-to-dos – that all seem to be so much harder when you don’t have a significant other or an equally invested adult by your side making the big decisions with you. Weighing the options. Talking about the kids. The highs and the lows.

Over the years, living in the house that I am in, every year I say that I am going to move. That I hate this, that and the other thing. (If you know me, you can rattle off my top 2 grievances together in chorus! ha) And every year comes and goes, and I still live in this old house… Truth be told, it was never the right time to move, because of my children and the point they were in school, but as time moves on, I know I am closer to that point where I need to pull trigger.

Or not.

A week ago, I had this new great big plan of, perhaps I should keep the house and just rent it? Then I can test the waters by moving, and renting somewhere else? See if I like it? I can always come back, right? Keep the equity I have built, etc etc. Yawn…

Jump over to topic number two. Relationships.
Any kind, take your pick.
Romantic, platonic, maybe even familial.
There are relationships at times in all of our lives, that if we step back and look at them, we can realize that they are holding us back. Tethering us to a proverbial land.
Holding emotional space that is keeping us from something more. We can wait around for something to happen, something to change, for market value to rise in the relationship, or “situationship,’ thinking that this is what is best for us.

But is it?

Sometimes we can fall so in love with these old houses, these old familiar bones, old familiar faces, places, routines, that we don’t ever even consider change or what that may mean. We don’t even consider taking the leap, or to take that one tiny step of blind faith into the unknown and see that maybe, just maybe there is something MORE for us on the other side of comfortable. On the other side of the familiar and the known.

It really is just the equivalency of having the courage to actually SELL the house (& not just rent) and move on to bigger and better things, regardless of all of the years and equity we have in it. Despite what the market says about prices going up or down. Or sideways.

It still may not be the best thing.
Despite all the value in it, or what anyone says.

Just as in life, love, and every kind of relationship. I have seen this to be true in both love and friendships. Sometimes we have to cut ties with the old, so that we have both the space and clarity to really legitimately be able to say a heart-all-in “yes” and commit to the new in our lives and move forward to the biggest, brightest and best.

That step usually means being brave and making the decision, without knowing what is on the other side of the door you close and safety nets that you burn.

Faith is the unseen. “Faith is the confidence in what we hope for and being certain of what we do not see…” ~ Hebrews 11:1.

I do not write this under false pretenses or feigned confidence that what I am saying is simple. As Nelson Mandela said, “I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”

But I am confident of this, that when all is said and done, it will be worth it.
Run after all you have ever wanted.
You deserve it.

We all do.

~ jules

all i have to do… is be.

Alone With You. Available on Apple Music, Amazon, Spotify, & everywhere.

Alone With You
– j Meridian
(full lyrics below)

to be alone with you
that’s all I have to do
to be alone with you
I adore you
all I have to do
is be…. alone with you.

I wrote this song my senior year of college, and recorded/released it 2011 on an album called “Even In The Clarity of Sunlight.”
Why am I sharing it today? Hmmm. It’s probably triple fold.

The way the Lord (or the universe, timing, coincidence call it what you want to, just stay with me a minute!!) 🙂 The way He works in bringing things to our attention is so beautiful! If we will only continue to pay attention. To watch and listen. To let ourselves be vulnerable to the best friends in our lives. (Or your therapist or life coach, hint hint!)

Today I was doing just that. I was sharing with one of my people in my circle about a particular thing that I was letting eat away at my heart and brain. Letting it bother me much more than I would care to admit. In a matter of minutes, and probably only 3 texts, my friend reminded me of who I am, what is true, and just plain “man-logic.” (Sorry girls, we usually think differently, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a gift!) Different perspectives can certainly can save the day.

Right after I read his texts and responded with my *let-me-wax on-poetically-errr-long-winded-jules-version* of “Ok, so you’re saying…” this song I wrote came on the Apple Music that I had shuffling in my earbuds.

When “Alone with You” started to play, I stopped what I was doing, and I listened for a moment (unlike me). I remembered back to when I wrote it. Instantly I was back to the exact place I was, over 20 years ago, & remembering the situation that stirred my heart to write it – I remembered all of it.

I had seen this incredible Harvest Moon in that small Central Texas town called Brownwood, Texas. I had sometimes dealt with bouts of anxiety or not feeling good enough. Who knows why. But in that moment, driving my little red Honda CRX with the sunroof open, I realized that when I paused, to get still, quiet and connected with who I was, I was able to remember what was important. I remembered that the Lord had my steps ordered, that He was in control and His timing is perfect. When I remembered that He makes all things work together for good… this song was born.
All I needed to do was be alone, draw my focus back, and BE.

This song coming on, just as my little (re)epiphany via text conversation with my buddy, felt like such a wonderful wash of gentleness and love over my heart, to remind myself to just continue to BE.

“To be alone with you, that’s alllll I have to do.” – maybe it’s your spirituality, maybe it’s your significant other, your best friend, nature. Whatever it is. Find it. Know it.

“All I have to do, is be… alone with you.”

We all have these things we KNOW to do to draw our focus back.
It’s a personal journey.

Mine are time alone in prayer, music, writing, the Word, and both stillness and movement in nature. (a walk or run outside. or if I am REALLY lucky, being next to the beach, river or a lake).

The next time you’re anxious or feeling out of sorts,
remember what your “all I have to do is…” and

BE.

– julie

Alone With You

the air quietly surrounds me
harvest moon shines like fire
this is the harvest of my loneliness

I want to see you, I want to be…

to be alone with you
that’s all I have to do
to be alone with you
I adore you
all I have to do
is be…. alone with you.

the array of tiny lights above me
whisper sweet one be still
I look up and shine in your eyes now
put your arms around me, all I have to do is

and after the days been had, I am standing at the end,
of the waters edge, I decide to dive in
and let you change me, oh

midnight showers pour over me
penetrate my soul
dampen my eyes to your love
come sing our song with me, i adore you

and other annoying cliches…

Everything happens for a reason.”

If I had a dollar for every time I have heard that phrase in the last 30 years, I am fairly certain I’d be a millionaire. To me, it has always felt shallow & almost dismissive. It is anything, BUT comforting.

It is not comforting when your mom gets cancer your senior year of college. It is not comforting when you go through almost 3 years of infertility and are told you have a less than 3% chance of ever conceiving a biological baby. (Spoiler alert, I have 3!) It’s not comforting when you lose a best friend suddenly in a car accident, your child is diagnosed with an incurable disease, you are going through a painful divorce, or when you lose a best friend in any circumstance. And, it is not comforting when “there’s a black fly in your chardonnay or rain on your wedding day” either.
Nor is it ironic.

It’s not comforting. But, it is usually is true.

It may take a decade or more later for you to see that silver lining. Or the “reason,” but it almost always breaks through and shows itself.

I was talking to a good friend of mine about this last week. All of the little things that people say that are meant to be helpful, but when you really dive into the meaning, they are backhandedly “wrong,” and sometimes even hurtful. But we did settle on one cliche as being true ~ “Everything happens for a reason.”

Men & Women leave their families to fight wars, and serve our country, see & do things we cannot comprehend, to protect our great United States. Families lose their loved ones, or in the very least, time.

Women, Children & Men quietly endure domestic violence and abuse within the walls of their home, things we cannot comprehend.

People fight illness, addictions, loss of every kind,

You name it… every single day.

All battles of every different size, shape and form.

All of these things in life, all of these invisible scars, shape us into who we are today.

As for me, IF the ONLY reason I endured some of these things, was so I could teach my children to be aware, or side-step that abusive relationship, boss, friend? Worth it.
When a friend asked “If you had to choose who went through this and learned that lesson? Who would you choose? Your kids or yourself?” Without hesitation and through tears I said, “Me! I. CHOOSE. ME. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. 110%.”

Hindsight is 20/20. Everything does happen for a reason. If only even to help someone else with your life story.

“Sometimes the bad things that happen, can put us directly on the path that can lead us to the best that will ever happen,” IF, we choose wisely…

My path so far has led me to raising some really, really amazing children, (ok, ok, so maybe I am a little bias!) My path has led me to some amazing friends and relationships. A pretty incredible, unexpected music career, the ability to give back to others and so much more. ♡

So, when you are feeling stuck in the middle of adversity. Or thrown one of those cliches that drive you mad. Just breathe and know, some day you will be able to look back and see the silver lining. Even if it takes a dozen years and is the tiniest of silver or gold peeking through.

It will come. ~ julie

“He works all things for the good of those who love Him.” Romans 8:28

How Verbal Abusers Exploit Conversational Norms

By Berit Brogaard, D.M.Sci., Ph.D
Psychology Today| January 3, 2022 | Reviewed by Kaja Perina www.psychologytoday.com

Verbal abusers often vitiate cooperative principles to get their victims down.

KEY POINTS

• When we conversationally imply something without explicitly saying it, we rely on “violations” of conversational norms.
• Verbal abusers sometimes exploit violations of conversational norms for personal gain and power.
• Some verbal abusers master the “art” of subtly violating conversational norms and cooperative principles to retain or regain power.

You are no doubt familiar with instances of verbal abuse that wear their name on the sleeve, as it were. Say you’re at the store when you hear a woman ask her companion: “Do you think we need more milk?”
Her companion gets in her face and yells: “How the f**k would I know? Why didn’t you check before we left? You’re always wasting my time.”
To your dismay, the first woman quietly apologizes to her companion.
“OMG,” you think to yourself. “That’s one toxic relationship. Thank goodness none of my connections are that bad.”
But it’s possible that your own connections (romantic or otherwise) differ not in kind but only in degree from the one you encountered.
abuse. Another category exploits violations of conversational norms as a tool for the abuser to retain or regain power.

Verbal Abuse and Paul Grice’s Conversational Maxims

The linguist and philosopher Paul Grice argued that most people tend to follow a cooperative principle, which comprises four norms, or maxims:
1. Quality: Only say what you believe to be true and backed by evidence.
2. Quantity: Don’t say more or less than the conversation calls for.
3. Relevance: Don’t say anything that is irrelevant to the current topic of the exchange.
4. Manner: Be clear, for instance, avoid ambiguity and obscure or cryptic expressions.

Although they may look very similar, the maxims of quantity and relevance differ in subtle ways. The maxim of quantity suggests not leaving out essential information or adding information that isn’t called for. The maxim of relevance, by contrast, suggests not changing the topic.

Violation of Quantity:
To illustrate:
Receptionist: You said it’s your first time with us?
actually, we stopped for five days at my sister’s in Cleveland on our way here. They just had their first baby, and….
Receptionist: Just fill out this paperwork. You can sit down over there.

Violation of Relevance:
Brie: Do you want to watch a movie?
Andy: My dog is called Zeus.

The silent treatment and ghosting are extreme violations of the maxim of quantity.

Violating Grice’s maxims isn’t always a bad thing. In fact, we violate them all the time when we assume the listener can work out what we meant to imply.

If the weather is absolutely awful, and you say to a coworker “Wonderful weather today,” you violate the maxim of quality, as you don’t believe this to be true and backed by evidence. But you presumably take it for granted that your colleague can work out that you meant the opposite of what you actually said, but used irony to lighten the situation.

While implied meanings (or “Gricean implicatures”) are prevalent in ordinary language, verbal abusers sometimes exploit violations of Grice’s maxims as a tool of abuse.

As with other forms of psychological abuse, the verbal abuser’s ultimate purpose in abusing their victims is to chip away at the latter’s confidence and sense of self and thereby retain or regain power.

Verbal Abuse that Violates the Maxim of Quality
Several subtypes of verbal abuse exploit violations of the maxim of quality. What these subtypes share in common is that the abuser knows that their statements are false or lack evidence. Here are a few examples:

Sarcasm
that violates the maxim of quality. Abusers who exploit sarcasm as verbal abuse attacks others by saying the opposite of what they mean. Examples:
1. “It was great to meet your new beau. Wish I had a boyfriend with as many blackheads.”
2. “That mustard stain goes really well with your new hair color.”
3. “Have another doughnut, so you can keep up that double-chin.”

Trivializing
fact that they know that their trivializing statements are false or lack evidence. Examples:
1. “You painted the living room. So what?”
2. “Did you really just refer to your college degree? I would hardly call that a college degree. They have an 80 percent acceptance rate.”
3. “You write poetry? I always found that to be a waste of time.”

Belittling
Some verbal abusers purposely make condescending or patronizing statements about you, despite knowing that their statements are false or lack evidential backing. Examples:
1. “You have no sense of humor. Maybe that’s why no one likes you.”
2. “Do you really want to go for a walk by yourself? You’re never going to find your way back. Not with your sense of direction.”
3. “You know nothing about money. Just leave the money decisions to me.”

Undermining
In undermining, the abuser violates the maxim of quality by making negative statements about your suggestions, opinions, or arguments, despite knowing their statements are false or lack evidence. Examples:
1. “I can’t believe you insist on voting when you don’t understand politics.”
2. “Are you really suggesting we go out for sushi? That’s really dumb. You know we always leave hungry.”
3. “That’s the stupidest argument I have heard so far.”

Gas Lighting
Gas Lighting is an attempt to make you question your perception, your memory, and even your sanity. Gas lighting need not be verbal in nature, but gas lighters often violate the maxim of quality.
Example 1:
Victim: You said you were with John last Saturday.
Abuser: I never said that. Your memory is terrible.
Example 2:
Victim: Did you hear that sound?
Abuser: No. You must be hallucinating.

Verbal Abuse That Violates the Maxim of Quantity

Deception
Grice himself offered an example that can be re-interpreted as an instance of verbal abuse: John is out of gas and asks a passerby where he can get gas. The passerby says “There is a gas station around the corner.” Here, it’s implied that the gas station is open and has gas.

If, however, the passerby knows that the gas station is closed or doesn’t have any gas, he is violating the maxim of quantity by leaving out essential information. While he isn’t lying, he is being deceitful.

Withholding
Verbal abusers who withhold information or purposely fail to share their thoughts and feelings violate the maxim of quantity.

Example 1:
Victim: I made that your favorite dish.
Abuser: Ok.
Example 2:
Victim: Could I see your credit card statements? Perhaps I can figure out if we can make some cuts in our budget.
Abuser: No way, you ain’t gonna scrutinize my credit card statements.

Verbal Abuse That Violates the Maxim of Relevance

Blocking and Diverting
Blocking and diverting are forms of verbal abuse in which the abuser assumes they have the right to decide the conversational topic.
Example 1:
Victim: “Something really funny happened at work today.”
Abuser: “Do we always have to talk about your workday?”
Example 2:
Abuser: “Your argument is circular. I can’t discuss this issue with you.”

Verbal Abuse That Violates the Maxim of Manner
Verbal abusers who violate the maxim of manner may use pretentious language to make you feel unintelligent. Example:
Abuser: “I suppose you aren’t acquainted with Yeats’ oeuvres.”

Gas lighters may use non-sequiturs as a crazy-making tactic. Example:
Victim: Do you think this table is too big for our living room?
Abuser: Of course not, it’s made of wood.

References
Grice, P. 1975, ‘Logic and Conversation’, in The Logic of Grammar, D. Davidson and G. Harman (eds.), Encino, CA: Dickenson, 64–75

About the Author
Berit Brogaard, D.M.Sci., Ph.D.
, is a professor of philosophy