Here is this week’s Free Write Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore: ~*~ ~*~ Liberating for me, as a matter of fact … Enjoy! ~*~ Some things are not meant to be What do you think you could ever say That would reach me? I am not angry. I simply wonder. And why do you think … More Some Things Are Not Meant To Be …
A girl after my own heart! (This image is so full of meaning for me I hardly know where to begin.) ~*~ There are no coincidences. This is something in which I have firmly believed for some time. For good, or ill, life gives us what we need to learn and develop as spiritual beings … More #FWF: Spirit Bear
A Life Unravelled I am of an age When the formative years Speak. “Remember me?” They ask. It starts with Music. A song. A memory. A feeling. Hmmm … I had forgotten. Lost in Tumultuous times of Twenty-plus years. Tumult covered by more Tumult. A child overwhelmed; A teenager confused; A twenty-something Ungrounded, Until in … More A Life Unravelled
Free writing is a great exercise and a little more challenging when the memory is involved. As mentioned in my last Free Write Friday post on the Childhood Gift, my childhood is very much a blur. During last week’s free writing exercise I couldn’t think of anything to share besides the bear story. Which is fine … More #FWF Reprise: Childhood Gift … The Arab Tent by Henry Landseer
The name Dorothy is of Greek origin and means “Gift of God.” To those who do not believe in God, this probably won’t mean much. My strong belief in God, however, makes this name particularly meaningful to me, even if, at times, I have felt it terribly old fashioned for the era in which I … More Daily Prompt: What’s in my Name?
A tougher challenge this week ~ at least for me. Here’s what Kellie Elmore has asked us to write about: “Write about your most memorable childhood gift. Was it a Christmas gift? A Birthday gift? Was it something you really wanted or was it a surprise that ended up holding a sentimental place in your … More Free Write Friday: Childhood Gift … Bear
~*~ A free writing exercise inspired by a dream … Trust and the Broken Four-Year-Old The light had gone from her eyes by the time she was four. A vacuous wary stare filled the big, dark eyes with an expression of distrust. “I cannot trust you,” she seemed to say. Not a word was spoken … More Trust and the Broken Four-Year-Old