It wasn’t that long ago I could barely browse through those photos from my days in Grey. Like getting lost in some gigantic labyrinth, once on the otherside you can’t help but be changed. I experienced the layer of loss death provides, and its hard not to acknowledge the lessons inherent in death, and dying. Not our own, so much as our experiences as we move … Continue reading The 3rd Law Of Life After Death
I believe, maybe, I am in need of a re-entrance to the world of my peers; at least a smidge. You know, I probably know about as much about modern series , new movies, and music as you. That’s awful. I guess I feel like an odd-ball, not many of me out there, you know. I’m completely out of touch. C O M P L … Continue reading Benedict Could Eat Crackers In My Bed
I broke down, couldn’t handle it any longer. This sense of creative suppression, this feeling of being trapped by devices that seemed to be closing me in, and cutting me off from every artistic spark I had, piece by piece, bit by bit. First world problems, as it were, but annoying as hell. Over the course of the last few months, both of my eReader/tablet … Continue reading The Clouds And I
Don’t know where my mind is you know Mom. Walked in to the grocery store with the intention of buying Irish her food, which I did, and then walked out of the store without it. Got half way through the parking lot before I realized my arms were rather light in the feed the dog department. Had to march back in and retrieve. Rolling of … Continue reading The Bouncy Blond Bombshell And I
She stood at the top of the mound, gazing across the meadow, to the line of trees. A magnificent line of giant Cottonwoods, standing all in a row, these graceful grey sentinels held a quiet wisdom, she mused. Under her feet encased a mystery she had yet to unravel. Turning back towards her Range Rover, bending down she gathered up her finds, and made her … Continue reading Natalie Goes Back
In the Egyptian Book of the Dead, it was the Goddess Maat, daughter of RA (sun god), wife of Thoth (god of writing and knowledge), whom one met at the end of the arduous journey everyone took after death. To her you would hand your heart, and she would weigh it against a feather. If it were heavier, your soul would not go on. In … Continue reading The Justice Of Maat
I have this jar of kosher pickles in my fridge I can’t open. It sits at the back of the fridge, taunting me since I moved here in 2013. I refuse to throw them out, and I refuse to ask for help. It’s become personal. I WILL open that jar of kosher pickles. I WILL. In a way, I suppose it’s become this ultimate challenge. … Continue reading Suck It Up Buttercup
The sun rose over the tops of the trees, bathing in the cold morning light stood the cabin, on the shores of a Lake. The Cedars that marched their way around the edge, swayed in the gentle breeze, offering a welcome distraction from the nightmare that had crept silently out of bed with her. She blew into the rough stone mug she was clasping in … Continue reading The Daemon That Danced Naked In The Dell
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
by PaulaB 