“Mama!” screeched little Jennie. “Yes, dear. What’s up?” yelled Dana, her mom, from the kitchen as she continued to focus on making lunch from the kitchen. “My nooth sis hoot. Sall reb!” came the answer… More
Stillness
In the quiet moments
I find myself
Seeing, contemplating, learning
Understanding the pain and pleasure of humanity
Solving life’s ever-challenging curves
Handling love’s quick entrance and departure
Breaking down
Rising up
In the stillness, I am
Intimate Nestle
comfort
a meaningful connection
allowing breathing space
skin on skin
eyes on eyes
schmooze with me
two voices speaking a common language
warm embrace that’ll linger
long past being intertwined as one
Finding People
Emergent Possibilities
Life beckons an awakening.
A lucky consciousness arrives.
The clan stakes a claim.
It begins again.
Walk, talk, survive.
Try to thrive.
Fun, work, and responsibilities.
It’s about balance, or not.
What do you choose?
Deeds in memories questioned.
Achievements and greatness or pain and defeat?
What do you leave behind?
The Future
Show me your past as we walk a different path.
The Battle
Hate. It’s insidious. Globally it’s been creeping back into our societies. We need to counter it in ways which protect and further goodness rather than reduce us in being the people who are the enemy.
But what does that look like?
Honestly, I don’t even know. I just feel that I’m not ready for the battle.
I imagine so many are feeling the same way. That is what might be the biggest problem facing us today. How do we get over feeling defeated and run-over? I wish that would change. But I don’t know if it can.
I’m left agonizing over what to do next. You too?
Inspired by Go Dog Go Cafe – Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge 10/30/18
Authentic
Her piece etched something lovely onto my insides. Truly inspirational!
Where’s My Merman?
Inspired by Hélène Vaillant – What Do You See? 10/30/18
Image provided from the original post
Am I not your muse?
Where have you gone, my lover?
Seeing another?
End Of Innocence
One of the most powerful art pieces from Burning Man: A sculpture of two adults after a disagreement, sitting with their backs to each other. Yet, the inner child in both of them simply wants to connect. Age has many beautiful gifts but one we could live without is the pride and resentment we hold onto when we have conflicts with others. The forgiving, free spirit of children is our true nature. Remember this when you feel stubborn.
~ https://me.me/i/one-of-the-most-powerful-art-pieces-from-burning-man-9259489~
seething in silence, hot tears to the inside
wanting resolution in a war of no words
terrified to lose you but only wanting to win
the walls are getting thicker, higher
harder to tear down
we are a problem not wanting to be solved
Ancestors
Inspired by Eugenia’s Brew-n-Spew 10/29/18
Cindy whispered to her antique doll, Abigail, in her lap. Careful not to muss her up too much, she delicately arranged her position. While her mother cooked, the child nodded her head as she turned in her direction.
“Mama, when did Grandma Francis give you Abigail?” referring to her favorite doll.
“Let me think. I was probably about four years old just like you. My mom told me that her mother had gotten Abigail when she was four years old as well. Why do you ask?” Cindy’s mother replied.
“Oh, Abigail said Victoria owned her first. Do I know her?”
