How we colour our thoughts colours our lives. At my mother's memorial service I said that her cancer framed her life for the last 5 years. Cancer painted our attitudes. She never came to terms with what was happening. I never had a chance to talk to her honestly, as I did with my dad when HE was dying.
I know that depression is inheritable. My son feels some of the same things I do: low self-esteem, feeling that no one cares. I am trying to help him colour his life: his whole life before him. He can do anything he sets his mind to. He just doesn't know what he wants to do with it! (Large glitch!)
I realized that how we frame a situation colours not only our peace of mind, but our minute-to-minute, our daily lives and our sense of the future.
I created a page to demonstrate this for my peers - as I take my course.
http://www.jilks.com/YorkvilleU/framing.html
Each picture gives a different feel to it.
These are my musings, I hope they help.
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