Ok, so I am thrilled!


Today two of my articles were published on the site above.  This is my first time having anything published and I can’t but be flattered, excited and just plain grateful for the support I have gotten here since I started blogging.  I may not have submitted my work had I not had all of your comments to build up my confidence .  So I thank WordPress, Stumbleupon and the great people I have met as I began this chapter in my life.  I am humbled and can only say that this blog has been so much fun to write for such a great audience.  I will not ramble a moment longer.  These are the links. 



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A bit about Sigmund Freud

I did my undergrad and grad work in Psychological Counseling and had many opportunities to delve into the mind and theories of Sigmund Freud.  There are so many critics of “The Founder of Psychoanalysis” and to them I always say, “Thou doth protest too much.”  He was no saint, nor were his theories irrefutable.  He was however brave enough to share with the world the ideas he had about our development, society and the human psyche.  For that, as the last quote humorously states he was rebuked and shunned by those who came after. For example take Carl Jung being the student who, once he drained from Freud all that he could, betrayed him in a most unseemly way.  Why was Freud such a target for mass criticism?  My opinion is very simple:  He said it first, wrote it first, admitted it first and for this he was envied, and therefore brought out the worst qualities of those who followed.  There is more criticism of his theories than the prolific writings of the man himself.  I agree that some of his notions were “out there” but they are none the less the back bone of psychoanalysis and psychology.  Terms we use casually such as, “he is so anal”, “you are projecting”, and “stop being so defensive” all came from Freud. His terminology is used in our day to day lives, and for that he must be applauded.  Here are a few quotes from the man himself on the state of civilization.  
  • “A civilization which leaves so large a number of its participants unsatisfied and drives them into revolt neither has, nor deserves the prospect of a lasting existence.”
  • “Civilized society is perpetually menaced with disintegration through this primary hostility of men towards one another.”
  • Everywhere I go I find that a poet has been there before me. 
  • “Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.”
  • What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books.

Shakespeare the Philosopher.


  • It is a wise father that knows his own child.
  • That which in mean men we entitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
  • Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.
  • If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
  • We know what we are, but know not what we may be.


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Goodbye Butterfly

Calm night divides my soul 
from the trappings of the flesh.
My selfless eye wanders upon your beauty
touched by flashes of light from the night past.
Overwhelmed with joy because your smile
makes a dancer of my heart.
I am truly one with the mystery
that surrounds us all.
Oh beautiful butterfly
you stay in my heart
flapping your wings I carry you always
in memories we can never part.

This lovely poem was written by a

good friend for me as I was moving

away.  We shared a difficult time in

our lives and I thank you Marc for

being there for me.  ~Veronica

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The Path to Fate.

Did the Gods always know what we are just learning now?

It seems quite implausible, yet they must have somehow.

For years there were flashes and glimpses of your face, your eyes, and smile so sure.

Unaware each time that I had been dreaming of you,

disguised each time by a light bright and pure.

I believe that I dreamt of you before the first time we met.

As a small child you came to me often in slumber

making sure I would never forget.

Some say that souls travel through this life and next searching for the other.

Across space, time, distance and fate they must be joined together.

Once they do, like magic it’s instant! 

Recognizing the one they have traveled to meet.

The other awaits with open arms extended, there, to lovingly greet.

Knowing they are the one they have waited to hold close and near.

Their spirits embrace as they shed doubts and fears.

Fate had it all planned, with the story written and lovers divined.

A game for the Gods, watching them search until they allow them to find.

That elusive piece to the puzzle, two halves of a whole.

The prize is the lovers bound by the soul.

That magnetic connection, the peace they each crave.

Across space, time, distance and fate they forged ahead both gallant and brave.

And hearts that were weighted with sagas of pain each had to bare.

Yet now they are one, a force to behold, to the future they dare.

Copyright ©2007 Veronica  Romm

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