Weekly Writing Challenge: Ice, Water, Steam (Stream of consciousness philosophizing going on here. Read at your own risk. 😉 ) 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
~*~ “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
~*~ The gentle gypsy gestures for me to stand beside her. I move over yet keep my distance, still feeling my uncertainty. “Good,” Erzebet’s voice is comforting. “Just a few things I would say before you enter the Sacred Circle of Hidden Wisdom.” She smiles reassuringly, noting my discomfiture. “Don’t worry, you are perfectly safe as … More Lost and Found … Part III
My heart leaps. What could this exotic woodland gypsy possibly mean? She doesn’t stop to explain, but continues her slow march through an archway of Sumac and into the thicket with the noble Chiron by her side. This twist in our encounter intrigues me. My power to resist squelched. Chiron has shot his golden arrow into my heart … More Lost and Found … Part II
“It might also be possible that the world has whatever meaning you attach or, perhaps bring, to it,” Aunt Rose cautioned Sally. “Never take what anyone says at face value. Always explore something and measure it against your own truth. And, if you don’t know what your truth is, seek it out.” “How do I do that, auntie?” young … More Ignorance Is Rarely Bliss
~*~ 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?
Catastrophe. This is the first word I hear as I slowly awaken from my long, deep sleep. What catastrophe? Then … “She’s awake!” … and suddenly my quiet drifting world descends into a delirium of the fussing, fretting and fearful. “Oh my god! She’s awake … look!” The room floods with hysteria. “Please stop!” I scream, … More Catastrophe
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
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
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 