Weekly Writing Challenge: Ice, Water, Steam (Stream of consciousness philosophizing going on here. Read at your own risk. đ ) Who I am is not who I was. And yet, without who I was I would not be who I am. Ice is not without its essence ~ water. Steam is not without its essence ~ water. Perhaps, … More Water Philosophy in Brief
Weekly Writing Challenge: Hindsight is 20/20 To me the word “hindsight” smacks of regret, and worry, and wasted energy, but for this exercise I’ll lay aside my misgivings and share a brief examination of some things I wish I’d done, in hindsight, in 2014. This year has been a time of tremendous growth and recovery on so … More In Hindsight …
~*~ “The world is bent on destruction at the hands of those who would themselves destroy …” Grandma Rose raised her tea cup to her lips and sipped. She seemed unperturbed by her words, while I sensed my rose-coloured glasses slipping. “Fighting for peace is not the wise course, but those who know not … More Peace Rose
~*~ “Oooh, will you look at that! Look at what she’s wearing?” Ethel did as her sister bade and turned to see Poe’s bride sashaying formidably down the aisle. “I say, isn’t that a treat, then?” exclaimed Ethel with some enthusiasm. “Whad’r’ya sayin’?” moped Mable. “It’s ‘orrendous!” “What are you saying, you myopic mad woman? This is tremendous! Dark … More It Takes All Kinds
~*~ Abandoned in the woods of my mind The music I used to make. The songs I used to sing. The choral symphonies and A cappella wonders that resonated So deeply at the time I could never Imagine my life without them. Then life happened. A new chapter unfolded. A change of direction. The … More Music Never Dies
~*~ Lights out … Lurking, Shadow dweller. Haunting and predatory. In the night You cross the boundary. Advance. Faceless, but not Formless. Familiar. Menacing. Paralysis overwhelms. Screams, But no sound. Terror’s creep keeps creeping. Shallow, my breath. * {Breathe.} * Thoughts form. {Be different.} Words speak. Low. Monotone. Controlled, somehow. “What do you want?” I … More Night Terror(ist)
~*~ My world ~ Breath by breath An ever-expanding, Colour-full balloon of Possibility. Easing toward divine potential. What changed? Me. ~*~ Took me a long time and a lot of personal work to begin to feel this way. It hasn’t been easy, but it has been worth it. And, the journey continues … Thanks for … More What Changed?
This post is written in response to a challenge offered by Lana of Living with Post Concussion Syndrome. Please take a moment to visit her inspiring blog. The challenge: What Dreams Are Made Of … For this writing event, share a dream or two thatâs had a great effect ~ even after waking. ~*~ I always pay attention to … More A Simple Message
~*~ “Sadie!” Young Sadie, lost in a haze of distracted thought, didn’t hear her name being called and continued to gaze absently through the classroom window toward the woods in the distance. She was looking at nothing in particular. It was an escape. “Sadie Perkins! I’d like to see you outside. … Now!” The double-barrelled … More Staring Out The Window
~*~ “What the hell does that even mean?” Cynthia glares at me with raccoon eyes and wails. “What do you know of my pain? My suffering? You who have everything. You think my life can be fixed with empty platitudes? Go away!” She slumps her fashionable thirty-something frame into the sofa and sobs … More Go Away!
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 