Yesterday, I scrolled through my phone looking for a number because I thought I’d call someone for Father’s Day – and then saw my grandma’s number when I tapped on the contact; Her face smiled back at me… I wished I could really call her – but I knew that if anyone was on the …
I adopted “klutz” and “clumsy” into my lexicon long ago when I actually believed I was prone to tripping, falling, teetering. I’m now starting to see that it’s hard to keep balance when always being pulled in every different direction except the one you want to go in. Walking a tightrope is dangerous when it’s …
Today’s lunch: coffee with a tequila chaser and a side of meditative reflection… Doing my best to cope; But honestly, I hate this state of being – Coping is no way of life, I should be living as I breathe – freely, and without thinking about it. There are many who no longer own this …
I pressed my soul somewhere between the pages of this book, Like the most delicate of flora we seek to preserve – It’s a favorite of mine. I wrote the stories of my heart into its chapters the ink’s bled deep into its fibers… I can recite every word from memory and recall my favorite …
Writing a date – a task so simple as printing numbers or letters to mark a day in time, reminds me that fleetingly, I got to hold a finite fragment of a passing moment long enough to create a memory… Without memory, there’s no history; Without history, no legacy – No legacy, no peace (of …
Sometimes, I just sit and allow myself to feel deeply the emotional agitation and pain and sorrow that I absorb from others as I progress through my days and allow to blend with my own… And I hurt for every soul who knows and endures such agony… Then I release it screaming to the edges …
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