Prompt: 5 minutes "Stand Alone" Stand Alone Stand alone. On your own two feet. See what you can do without any others to stop you, to help you, to harm you, to interfere, to suggest other ways. What does your heart say? What is your heart saying to you? Stand alone. You already do stand
Tuesday, July 22, 2014, 11:11 am Prompt: "Interior Vision" 20 minutes Interior vision happens when we stop the madness of the world to dwell on what’s inside our very cells, our breath, behind our eyes where luscious sunsets melt their beauty, trickling rose and orange down into our very souls, at the cellular level
Prompt: 15 minutes: "A gentle heart…." A Gentle Heart A gentle heart is what I have sometimes, what I show to the world. I hide the dark part of my heart, my soul processing shameful feelings secretly, purging them of any power over me. The self-doubt, the insecurities, the grief, depression, desperation, feelings of futility,
In six weeks, I’ll be a grandmother, and I don’t really know what to think about that. Everyone says, “Congratulations! It’s so much fun being a grandmother! Bet you can’t wait to get your hands on that baby!” I do love babies. I consider “the nurturing mother” my strongest archetype. Yet for some reason, the
Prompt: 40 minutes: “Older” June 17, 2013 Older Older is a loaded word, a plant growing out of its pot, roots bound together in a clump of experience seeking desperately fresh soil, nutrients, water -- that life-giving, liquid oxygen. Older is not for sissies. No, it takes a bit of bravery, or at least the
From my writer friend, Carol Henderson, with whom I share a mother's heart at all times. Thanks for sharing yours with us, Carol. 4, 3, 2, 1.
Breast Surgery, Ducks and Pillows Her warm dark eyes smiled at me through the wispy remains of the anesthesia. “Hi. My name is Sandy and this pillow was made by some volunteers here for you to take home with you to help with the pain during your recovery.” Sandy handed me a black pillow with
June 10, 2013 Prompt: 10 minutes: “this time” This Time This time I am braver. I haven’t even sent out an email yet, put it on Facebook, keeping the cancer private, more or less, for the past week. This time it feels so much more manageable -- almost routine. I mean I know it’s surgery
How bizarre it is to know there are malignant cancer cells inside of you, just waiting, waiting, waiting for an MRI to provide more information so you can decide how to proceed. "Simple" lumpectomy, again, no nodes this time? That would be awesome! Awesome. Really? isn't awesome a relative term now! I guess most of
Prompt: 24 minutes: “Ageless” May 16, 2013 Ageless Ageless is how I feel at 53. Such an odd number -- not sexy, not old and wise, somewhere in between. Reaching back, just a bit, I am vibrant, sexy, the life of the party. Sparkly, beaming on the outside, in the prime of life supposedly. Yes,
