Maybe it’s all this talk of the liar-in-chief down yonder south, but today I’ve been thinking a lot about Tim, and stuff I hadn’t thought of for so long. Or, maybe it’s just the rotten horrible no good gas pains that had me doubled over earlier, no doubt due to the microwave Shepherds Pie I ate late last night when I should have been in … Continue reading In The Dying Of The Light
It came so out of the blue. We honestly thought we’d never see any of them again. Or maybe we just wished for that. As if we could wipe away the years Dad spent with her. We were grieving your death, and vulnerable to that sort of woman that feeds off the weak. Or human, rather, as I’ve attracted my fair share of that sort. … Continue reading The Apology
I’ve journeyed back to just around the corner from where all those Helium Sphere memories happened. You see, for just around the corner from that once matrimonial home, lives that rare gift, old friends. They are still in the same place I left them. Oh, the kids have grown and are becoming successful young men. The vehicle they drive is different, and of course they … Continue reading Those Old Friends O’Mine
Sitting here this morning before I have to get ready for work, and trying to find some inspiration, something to write about. Go back into the kitchen, get my coffee, and as I’m waiting for the Keurig to brew me a cupa, I glance over at the photo I placed behind my little coffee station. I took this pic one rainy morning at the cottage, … Continue reading What Does Forgiveness Mean?
It lies on my bed, to protect my quilt from the ravages of doggy fur. It once covered my dying lover, in the last days of his life. Today the WordPress Daily Prompt asks; Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative … Continue reading A Touch of Forgiveness
This will be the last entry from this journal. The rest of the journal I used for notes for my genealogy. Between the dates, I transcribed there are some personal things I have left out, but I only wanted to paint a picture of who I am, and the circumstances that brought me here. It’s now time to set free a couple important truths I … Continue reading The truth shall set me free | September 29 2012
“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.” Aeschylus The comment I didn’t send to the Huffington Post I just finished watching the Brian Goldman’s video on Ted weekends – Dr. Brian Goldman: Doctors … Continue reading January 12, 2011 – Doctor’s make mistakes
[Oct 19, 2010] Beginning again I guess. Very appropriate I’m starting up in this journal. Lots happened since I started this. Irish Lake is a long way away from Catherine St. It’s hard to do this starting over thingy. I can’t believe I’m here. There have been so many tears the last couple weeks. Too many goodbyes. Some sad and others necessary. Tim came into … Continue reading October 2010 ~ going home & back again
by PaulaB 