Snow’s Arrival

November 12, 2025.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The three and nine year olds don’t want to come in out of the snow. The parents are too cold to stay out – not yet attired properly. I feel my bones ache at the chill of it. How quickly our perceptions change, but isn’t that life? A bird’s eye view:

Drudgery or Discovery

April 30, 2025.Reading time 1 minute.

How do we face each day? What determines outlook? Is it personality or lived experience that colours perspective? Current circumstances have limited my range of activities, including those I do to distract myself. I forgive myself for any feelings of drudgery, and yet, despite ego’s self-pity, I find my natural curiosity pokes it nose into […]

Broadening my focus

February 26, 2025.Reading time 1 minute.

I was aiming for the bird, my fingers wrapped around the lens, ready to zoom in, when the scene spoke to me. “Sometimes”, I reminded myself, “you need to look at the larger picture.” The larger picture, in this case, was stunning, almost as if the sky had a message it didn’t want me to […]

Passion

July 13, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Follow your passion: pursue the things that lift you up, and trust that what you learn, whatever you do, will all add up to something worthwhile – so share it with the world. (Image my own)

Changing the Lens

March 7, 2022.Reading time 1 minute.

Reading through old journals, so much focuses on lack of money. I express guilt for not providing enough as a single mother, anger for being abandoned by my children’s father, and shame for having to rely on others. The feelings still linger. And then I hear my father’s voice: “The good Lord always provides.” And […]

VJ’s Weekly Challenge: The other side

January 18, 2021.Reading time 2 minutes.

Picture a stage; empty except for two chairs. Now picture yourself, seated, in one of those chairs. Just you facing an empty chair. If you are familiar with the Gestalt practice, you know where this is going. In dream study, I’ve learned that all aspects of a dream can be representative of self. Visualizing the […]

The River

There’s a river runs between us,you and I.Our thoughts, like tears, are liquidcarried effortlessly by the current. But you and I,we stand on the banks, oblivious;ignoring the connection,proudly touting our individualism. Still the river flows,and all you’ve suffered,and all I’ve suffered,or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped,flows with it. Step into the water with me,feel our […]

Flock

Blossoming

It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.