Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
I called you.That one time.Poured my heart out…such despair. I called you.You weren’t there.Left a message –garbled wordsrushed to beatinevitable beep. Regret immediatethen panicineradicable the outpouring of a lonely heartfantasizing. I called you.You didn’t answer.You never called back. Thank you for that. *** This week, I challenged us to think about phone calls that changed […]
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“Do you have time to talk?” Sweet of her to ask, my 93-year-old mother. Of course I have time.“What’s up Mom?”“I’ve been thinking that before I die, I should call Karen. What do you think?” I draw a blank. “Who is Karen?”“Reg’s other daughter – she doesn’t know he was her Dad, and well, since […]
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The thing about my mother and I is that the intimacy has not always been healthy. The roles have mostly been reversed from the first meltdown that I witnessed at age five to the second when I was just twelve and then again when I was fifteen. I don’t know where Mom went in those […]
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Family, furry and feathered friends – just a few sources of joy for Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week challenge.
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This week, I want to talk about intimacy. For many years, I limited thoughts of intimacy to sexuality, however; age and challenges have altered that perception. The desire for intimacy remains. Defining what that is has become a recurring question. Then I came across K E Garland’s post: Mental Health Matters: Learning to Be Intimate, […]
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From impulsesto the sublimeinitiations andwillingness to dream We defend, fretfantasizeprioritizestill frivolityirrepressible rears its headdemands expressiona worthy investmenta smile-worthy write. Thanks to all for your not-so-frivolous writes this week. The poem is a summary of your words and ideas. Image my own. radhikasreflection, The Dilemma!Reena Saxena, SublimeEASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO, The InitiationHeart to Heart, Dreams and desires….I Write Her, […]
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Frivolous, giddy, flippant, lighthearted, silly….words I might never have used to describe myself. Ric is trying to rehabilitate me. Take for example, an outing to replace one sketching pencil. The singles were sold out at our local art store, so I bought a whole set. It took quite a bit of convincing. The single pencils […]
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A single tearwhite-hot acidannounces self pityabhorrent emotion midday body crashedI am foul-minded, drag-downunreasonable…spiteful shut my eyes againsta world of able-bodiesimmune to the struggle loathe this weaknessthis intolerable disconnect –body/mind detached from will futility reality’s wallcould cry…will not crythis day is not done. Later, tasks accomplished –I pushed through –I sleep, awaken to nightfall Soft pinks […]
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“It’s the hard things that break; soft things don’t break. It was an epiphany I had today and I just wonder why it took me so very, very long to see it! You can waste so many years of your life trying to become something hard in order not to break; but it’s the soft […]
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Nature herself seems confused these days – flowers linger despite the frosty chill. Inside, we prepare to hunker down for the cold weather, knowing that there is always potential for hindered travel. Isolation plays with the mind, conjures certainty of malfeasance. Ric’s recovery is slow and his spirit is lagging. I feel somehow left behind, […]
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One Woman's Quest II 