A Collective of Wishes

A circle of securityuniversalheart ease running on emptymy wishmore timeto admire the tracka bluebird dayescaping depth of a wishreminiscence if wishes came trueto be made whole. As I do from time to time, I have combined titles and phrases from this week’s entries to form a collective thought. See what a talented group we are! […]

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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #72: wish

What’s in a wish? Do you dare to dream, to wish? This week, I challenge you to set your imagination free, unlock your heart, and wish. Look forward to your responses!

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Still Waiting

“The doctor suggests you wait it out as long as you can, before stopping the medication,” the receptionist says when I call about the itchy rash all over my face. I know that the culprit has been making a difference, and yet the discomfort of an allergic reaction is not fun. The uncertainty about my […]

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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #71: wait

I’m sitting in the passenger seat of our parked car, waiting while Ric runs in to pick up a few groceries. This is our normal routine. He shops; I wait. Confession: I am not good at waiting. I have this compulsive need to fill each minute of the day with productivity. So I thumb through […]

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Close Encounter

The year was 1964. I was six, and just barely tall enough to see out the kitchen window. I remember it was dark, so I wasn’t bothered too much with what was on the other side, until I saw the flashing lights. Mom and Grandma were stood there with me – we had dishes duty […]

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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #70: alien

“I’ve never seen anything like this!” I’m at the doctor’s again. It’s a followup visit with the specialist to verify the new treatment is working. It is working…sort of…except for the large, red welts on my face. “Leave it to me,” I respond. “Always presenting teaching material.” “Yes, well, I have no students anymore, so […]

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Inspiration Rekindled

Eight years now, I have been blogging. It has been a process of unfolding. In the beginning, I wrote for reflection, but as life changed, so did my need. I dug deeper and poetry emerged. I remember at one point telling my husband that I wished I could create my own images to pair with […]

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