Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
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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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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There is frost on the pumpkin, and Jack Frost, and Robert Frost, and frosty stares, and a cake to frost. I’ll likely be outside trying to capture frosty images. Where will this challenge take you? Can’t wait to read.
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“There’s a sit-com in here somewhere,” I tell a friend, relaying how our week has gone. “Except no one would believe it,” she retorts. She could be right. I don’t even want to write it here: all seems so beyond the realm of possibility. Ric and I have found a rhythm. I look after his […]
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In anticipation of hubby’s return from hospital, I had it all planned: get him settled, run prescriptions to the pharmacy, pick up a pre-roasted chicken and salads, then home to nurse him to wellness. Except, the chickens were sold out and the salads picked over, and the pharmacy backed up, and when I finally got […]
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One Woman's Quest II 