Waiting To Land

I feel every mile of the separation today.  Separated from people, places, occupations familiar and second nature to me.  No brilliant blog inspiration, or even aspiration at this moment. Circling my destination waiting for a runway. Advertisements

What’s In My Hand?

Perhaps we have the most influence over the climate of our society as individuals. Rather than differing groups pushing against one another for change, or just “letting them have it” because they’re destructive/harmful (and, of course, we’re not…really!?!) and we have the freedom to cut loose on them… …rather than that, might there be a…

Rosy Glasses

I prayed “Open the eyes of my heart” And then I covered them with rosy glasses Not to diminish the view But to remain hopeful In the midst of despair There is a healing taking place since my divorce.  I am stepping out beyond myself again and discovering that sorrow and anger and loneliness across…

Love Song

The welcome escape of work this morning…Pandora Radio playing Love Song by Sara Bareilles, and I begin to feel the pulse of the city beat in my heart – energizing, dynamic, humming with life. I find some strange comfort in thunder storms and waves crashing on the ocean shore also.  These things bigger than I…

Reflections from Settled Street

Originally posted on dinkelislandsmalltalk:
I walked today on a street called “Settled.”  The early sun cast long shadows across the road.  Houses were tidy with manicured lawns and decorative flags.  Birds tweeted busily among the bushes and trees.  A light breeze brushed my cheek.  It felt good to be on Settled Street today. Sometimes I…

“With my head full of brains…”

One of my favorite books is Oh The Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss.  “With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.” It seems that these thoughts I wake up thinking are laced with slippery threads of opinion…the kind you have to…

this tangled path

I woke up after only 41/2 hours of sleep very early this morning.  About an hour before the alarm was set to go off I fell back to sleep.  Anxiety, sadness, weariness shroud me and yet, I have to keep taking the next step.  There is such a line of ghosts and ghouls haunting my…

Hangover

Steady…steady on now.  One step at a time.  Oh, the bright light of day is relentless after a night like that. …the dreaded heavy thinking hangover. Awake in the middle of the night. No air condioning. Fan buzzing away keeping me sane with streams of the coolest air available. I was asleep. Darn! Well, fine…