Be authentic; know who you are. Understand what’s buried beneath those mountainous feelings of inadequacy, fear, suffering, depression, despair, grief. Be prepared to walk deep into the cave of your misgivings; to poke the monster, Vulnerability, and hear its high-pitched squeal that shuts you down or sends you running. Be prepared to punch the monster … More Punch the Monster
Rush … A fast word. Adrenline-fed. Exhausting. ~*~ I learned the hard way to change my life-long pattern of being “in a rush.” Years of adrenal fatigue the rude wake-up call. Let me give you a tip ~ S-l-o-w d-o-w-n. There really is no rush. Thanks for visiting, Dorothy ~*~ ©Dorothy Chiotti … All Rights … More No Rush
To churn is to change, our life re-arrange. Like butter from cream, to rise from a dream. A process profound, turns our lives upside-down. To change is to churn ~ one-way ticket; no return. ~*~ When we make desired changes in our lives or take steps to live a dream we often forget that for … More No Return
I am a work in progress. The canvas of my life Stretches across the easel Of time, anticipating each nurturing Brush stroke by the Masterful Artist. I am a landscape ~ An ever-unfolding vista of colours, And shapes and light. The shadows of clouds Float in, and out, Dispersed by bright sunshine, Irreverent and true. … More Masterpiece
Sssslithering, ssssliding, sssslinking ’round tox-ssssick tree. Shiny apple offered; foe friendship ~ flattering, falsssse. Forked tongue a twissssted tale teller. Laden with loathssssome liessss; sssserpent’s sssseditious charm. Shedding sssscum-sssscaled faux-ssssparkle sssskin, bedazzling innocentssss to wanton, wicked wayssss. Sssstrike! Hsssssssssssssssssssssssssss …. ~*~ Early last year I wrote a series of 14 poems prompted by a prolonged … More Viper
Shakespeare June 23, 2001-November 21, 2017 ~*~ Dearly Beloved Dedicated to those loved and lost Dearly beloved … How can you have gone? One minute living your life, The next ~ no life to live And in my life A gaping, lifeless, dark hole Where once shone your living light. Oh, how I miss … More Dearly Beloved
Don’t over think this, I tell myself while contemplating a response to my niece’s inquiry about my taste in music. Amy’s 12 and at an age where she’s developing her taste for many things, music being one of them. “Well?” Amy waits not so patiently at the wobbly kitchen table, one hand dipping into a freshly made … More A Taste of Music
A little solitude. Yes, that would be a fine thing. Time to myself. Time to meditate; to day dream and, perchance, to rest. Hmmmm … a fine thing, indeed. And I suppose, as I watch my 12-year-old niece, Amy, snuggling with Max the big orange and white tabby who’s basking in the sun by the … More Solitude is Your Friend
“Would you read something to me before we turn out the light,” asks my sleepy niece, Amy, as I tuck her into bed. “Please.” With her parents off on a well-deserved long weekend, Amy’s pulling an all-nighter at our house, something which doesn’t happen often, but which she loves because it means she can help out with the horses in … More Bedtime Story
“What are you thinking about?” Manda plops down beside me on the window bench and follows my gaze to the paddock. The sun is setting. It’s a perfect time for reflection. “You seem so faraway.” “I am, sweetie,” I sigh. “I am.” “Why?” “Oh, I’m thinking about your great grandmother. If she were still alive she’d … More Fanny
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 