Call me Tel’Gath. Which is more of a title really, if you must know. But whatever they have called me, or what I choose to call myself is private, as I have never had a name. But, you bags of flesh require labels, I know, so it will suffice. I am called many things though, just so you know. Ahhhh…yes, the point. Would you be … Continue reading Who’s Hallowed Bones Shine In The Moons Amber Glow?
Last year at this time I was pining for that blue.eyed boy. Confused, and after such a tantalizing embrace shared Christmas Day, angry at, AGAIN, feeling foolish and betrayed. But all that is well behind me today. Yet, this year also offered hot flash hell fueled days and nights, and many falls, bruised and battered knees and broken bones, alongside my foolish heart. But all … Continue reading This Rotten, No Good Year Is Almost Over
“ The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it.” ― Thích Nhất Hạnh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life … for the Weekly Photo Challenge | NOW Continue reading Just Now
SEPTEMBER 14th, 2014: Sauntering thru the village this sunny morn, and I come across a wonderful thing, a plant exchange. This place is where my heart strayed you know. Right to this street, within the heart of this Village. We say we will pray we have time but often don’t. Few are able (willing?) to sacrifice anything to achieve their hearts desire. Perhaps it stems from … Continue reading Happiness Is A Habit
Lying open, face down on the wall in the bathroom beside the toilet, oft would be found your current read; sometimes accompanied by a cigarette, that was still going. Just shocking that I too smoke, don’t you think Mom? Than, when I was in my late teens you gave me that Roger Zelazny series, The Chronicles of Amber, for my birthday. I’d never heard of … Continue reading How To Grow A Reader
Well, I suppose you’d have to be either dead or live in the bush not to have heard of Trumps latest racist diatribe. Imagine I was not alone this last week, staring at my little cell phone screen, stunned…I don’t even know Mom if I can possibly even describe the absolute shock at what that piece of crap is spouting. He keeps saying “just speaking … Continue reading More Than Just Borders Divide Us
Just for the record, I didn’t just get up one morning and decide to quit my job. I did wake up one morning in a state of anguish at the thought of returning to that place. And, yes, I walked out the door, got on a bus, and walked into HR and told them in person I QUIT. Why? Because that was the right thing … Continue reading Shifting Gears At 48 Makes Me Ache From Head To Foot
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and … Continue reading Poets On Sunday | Robert Hayden
Dispenses Candy or Gum Has Googly Eyes Is Blue …for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Eye Spy Continue reading I Spy Something That…
As Autumn turns to Winter, I am dancing away and that which once haunted my periphery. Made my way back to The Coves. Those abandoned Apple Trees helped me to cope with a dying marriage. And thinking this morn of how Tim LOVED going for walks he would have loved these places. No bossy Tim, no lying Tim, no addicted Tim, no dying Tim, just … Continue reading Miles Away From Grey
“There’s nothing fundamentally wrong with people. Given a story to enact that puts them in accord with the world, they will live in accord with the world. But given a story to enact that puts them at odds with the world, as yours does, they will live at odds with the world. Given a story to enact in which they are the lords of the … Continue reading The Logistics Of Change, Lessons, And The Pursuit Of Happiness
for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Transition photographed with: Canon Elph135 edited in: Photo Editor Location: Euston Meadow Continue reading A Maple In Transition
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