Prompt: Late summer. You’re wandering, lost in the woods. You come across a gypsy wagon, and you call out…”hello?” ~*~ “Hello! Is anyone there?” The Gypsy Vanner stands quietly beside me. Such a docile giant I’ve just found wandering lost in the woods. I give him a gentle pat on his strong yet soft piebald neck, his … More Lost and Found
~*~ 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
~*~ 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 that’s had a great effect ~ even after waking. ~*~ I always pay attention to … More A Simple Message
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
Daily Prompt: Papa Loves Mambo Music has always been a part of our family fabric. From the ancestors who played in the brass bands of northern Michigan in the 1800s to my grandfather who played a multitude of instruments in his living room, to my grandmother who warbled like a bird while painting portraits of … More The Fabric of Music
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 …
Solo Upon her comfort Perch she sits, Gazing out to Horizons golden- Veiled, and longing For the gilt touch Upon her furrowed brow. Not so far, the flight ~ But, ah, so Alone. The nest now but empty, A cagéd prison Of her untested fear. But, the sun ~ The sun does so beckon And … More Solo
~*~ A precious, fragile gift To you, from me. Unseen to the eye, Yet ever present in the heart. Handle with care. If you break it, Don’t come back for more. ~*~ My response to Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday challenge for this week. Yes, I know it’s Sunday. 😉 Thanks for visiting … Dorothy … More Trust
~*~ In Winter’s barren, snowy field I stand, My tender heart gripped tightly in his icy hand. His frosty breath across my naked soul doth blow, Leaving in its numbing wake a frosted, ruddy glow. * I didn’t mean to stand in Winter’s field so bare. When first I stood it blossomed green and lovely … More Winter’s Field
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 