Another November 11; another Remembrance Day and sometimes I wonder if we’ve dropped the ball. I certainly hope not. Am re-sharing this post from a year ago as a remembrance of the young man my maternal grandmother’s family sacrificed for the cause of responsible freedom and democracy. Lest we forget … ~*~ When I was … More Lest We Forget: Sacrifice and the Ultimate Price
When I was a little girl I loved to hear the stories my Scottish granny, Alice Gordon, would share of her parents swapping the civilized life of gentry in Glasgow for the pioneering life of the wilds of northern Alberta. My great grandfather, William Alexander Gordon, had served as a member of the Black Watch … More Lest We Forget: Sacrifice and the Ultimate Price
The pain is deep ~ You put it there. Not that you knew it, You were simply sailing Your oblivious sea And I, being an innocent, Was caught in your toxic Wake; my life line The place in my Soul you Could not reach. * I forgive you. I forgive because Drowning in the pain Of you hurts only me, … More Forgiveness …
Daily Prompt: Too Big to Fail Tell us about something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail (and tell us why you haven’t tried it yet). ~*~ You ask what is too big to fail? Life. Life is too big to fail. To live from the heart; To be free of emotional encumbrances … More The Heart Knows
Daily Prompt: Fight or Flight Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding, belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond? ~*~ As someone who’s spent her life surviving the slings and arrows of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) to the point of almost burning out my adrenal glands, I suppose I could … More Freeze and Thaw
Daily Prompt: Morton’s Fork If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why? ~*~ Hmmm … such an interesting question to which I have only one answer: as a free spirit I … More To read, or to write: that is the question …
~*~ 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)
At this middle-age stage of life I wonder: “Is there time left for me to see and be my truth?” Recently, at therapy, a discussion around anger. My anger suppressed and turned inward. Emotionally-abandoned as a child, my MO became to hold all my hurt and anger in so as not to create any more reasons for the adults in … More Giving Voice to Anger
“That’s a bit dark, isn’t it?” Mona screwed her mouth into a pouty knot and grimaced. “Miss Liberty looks like she’s had a few.” “A few what?” asked Lisa. “You know, molto vino.” “Don’t be ridiculous! It’s a statue!” “Whatever … she’s seen better days.” “No doubt.” Mona and Lisa stood together and studied the desolate … More Just A Statue
This week’s Free Write Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore … I didn’t understand it then, but I understand it now … “I didn’t understand because I couldn’t understand, I wasn’t ready, Joe.” So said Magnolia as she gazed absently out the window trying to explain her life to me. “For a time in our lives … More When The Student is Ready …
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 