March 30, 2019

WHAT’S A KILLER TO DO?

I creep along the floral wallpapered hallway, the colors muted under the moonlight filtering in from the kitchen. The house is silent, nothing rustles, and I steady my steps.

March 25, 2019

DEEP CENTER

A challenging journey, difficult at times, to "be everything that's you, deep at the center of your being." Most of us won't traverse the path to our deep center. Instead, we detour to another track, one we perceive as more doable, safer.

March 18, 2019

THOSE FRIENDS STILL VISIT

Imaginary friends visited daily when I was a kid, conversed with me, shared ideas and thoughts, asked questions and offered answers that sometimes made no sense. I listened anyway, because they were part of me.

March 11, 2019

HITCH AND SHUTTER

Courage doesn't exit without fear, and, yet, sometimes fear is where all things stop and root into the earth, never to leave, never to breathe, never to shine.

March 5, 2019

WILL THEY FOLLOW ME

I have a favorite tea cup, one that melds to my hand, glazed in earth-tone colors making it appealing to the eye. I cherish it. Love to put boiling water and loose Rice Pudding tea in it to steep. I am pleased, and, at times, restored.

November 29, 2018

REACHING THE CENTER

A friend and I walked a labyrinth today. An eleven-circuit labyrinth haloed with lavender. Even with all the snow, the lavender tinted the air with its scent. We walked in silence, crunching through the snow, one foot after another, until we reached the center.

October 23, 2018

ALWAYS TIME FOR GOOD DISCUSSION

Life keeps whispering to me, "Stay in the conversation," but I don't instinctively take that advice. I'm more apt to leave the conversation than use my voice; instead, hightail it out of there.

October 1, 2018

GRIEF ROSE UP

I could say that it was easy, sitting there with her, watching her die, but it wasn't. There was nothing easy about it, nor awful for that matter. It was what it was.

July 27, 2018

NO LONGER THERE TO BE SEEN

I have a beautiful bookshelf tucked into our living room wall, which contains a plethora of books. I have an old rocker next to the bookshelf and a decent lamp that gives adequate light for reading.

July 3, 2018

NO GOING BACK

She wanted to say something, the truth preferably, but all her words stuck in her mouth, hung up on her tongue, forever secured and tethered to going nowhere.

June 22, 2018

CHERISHED GIFT

I hear my oldest son playing piano, a new song he's learned that he renders with little effort. His fingers grace the piano keys as if he's played before, but he hasn't. I'm amazed at his talent and intuitiveness.

June 20, 2018

MENDING FROM THE INSIDE

In this life, I've had numerous times where discouragement supplanted all thoughts of trudging forward, and I found myself wallowing in the failure of who I thought I was.

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WHAT’S A KILLER TO DO?

I creep along the floral wallpapered hallway, the colors muted under the moonlight filtering in from the kitchen. The house is silent, nothing rustles, and I steady my steps.

DEEP CENTER

A challenging journey, difficult at times, to "be everything that's you, deep at the center of your being." Most of us won't traverse the path to our deep center. Instead, we detour to another track, one we perceive as more doable, safer.

THOSE FRIENDS STILL VISIT

Imaginary friends visited daily when I was a kid, conversed with me, shared ideas and thoughts, asked questions and offered answers that sometimes made no sense. I listened anyway, because they were part of me.

HITCH AND SHUTTER

Courage doesn't exit without fear, and, yet, sometimes fear is where all things stop and root into the earth, never to leave, never to breathe, never to shine.

WILL THEY FOLLOW ME

I have a favorite tea cup, one that melds to my hand, glazed in earth-tone colors making it appealing to the eye. I cherish it. Love to put boiling water and loose Rice Pudding tea in it to steep. I am pleased, and, at times, restored.

REACHING THE CENTER

A friend and I walked a labyrinth today. An eleven-circuit labyrinth haloed with lavender. Even with all the snow, the lavender tinted the air with its scent. We walked in silence, crunching through the snow, one foot after another, until we reached the center.

ALWAYS TIME FOR GOOD DISCUSSION

Life keeps whispering to me, "Stay in the conversation," but I don't instinctively take that advice. I'm more apt to leave the conversation than use my voice; instead, hightail it out of there.

GRIEF ROSE UP

I could say that it was easy, sitting there with her, watching her die, but it wasn't. There was nothing easy about it, nor awful for that matter. It was what it was.

NO LONGER THERE TO BE SEEN

I have a beautiful bookshelf tucked into our living room wall, which contains a plethora of books. I have an old rocker next to the bookshelf and a decent lamp that gives adequate light for reading.

NO GOING BACK

She wanted to say something, the truth preferably, but all her words stuck in her mouth, hung up on her tongue, forever secured and tethered to going nowhere.

CHERISHED GIFT

I hear my oldest son playing piano, a new song he's learned that he renders with little effort. His fingers grace the piano keys as if he's played before, but he hasn't. I'm amazed at his talent and intuitiveness.

MENDING FROM THE INSIDE

In this life, I've had numerous times where discouragement supplanted all thoughts of trudging forward, and I found myself wallowing in the failure of who I thought I was.