Category Archives: Time
Final Accounting: 2008
Today is the last day of this year, 2008. I have spent some time, looking back on the days, weeks, and months that are passing into my personal history, perhaps better labeled herstory. This has been an incredible year, … Continue reading
Posted in American Idol, awakenings, change, David Cook, discipline, Dreams, experience, Final Accounting, Friends, Life, perspective, Poetry, teach, Time, writing
Tagged A Woman of Color, accounting, activities, American Idol, awakenings, blogging, challenges, change, counseling, David Cook, deeper meaning, diabetes, different, disciplines, Dreams, friendships, fulfillment, gratitude, herstory, inner couch potato, last day of year, new and old, objective voice, on the page, overstuffed rocking chair, pleasure, Poetry, prose, regimens, risks, satisfaction, soul's music, success, support and encouragement
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That Old Telephone Game
We used to play it all the time. We’d all sit in a circle. One person would begin by whispering in the ear of the person next to her. Just a few phrases, maybe a fact or two. Then that … Continue reading
Posted in Anger, associations, Connections, enlightenment, Inner Voices, Journal Writing, Knowing, Memory, Selective, Subjectivity, Time, Uncategorized
Tagged circle, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, different voices, distorted memory, honesty, Memory, psyche, relationships, source material, surprise at outcome, telephone game, tone, verbiage, whispers, Women Who Run With the Wolves
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A Couple of Dirty Words
At least they are to many of us who don’t particularly feel a great deal of fondness for exercise and discipline. These two words often conjure up images of sweat, repetitive motion that creates sore muscles and a backache among … Continue reading
Posted in associations, Aunt Lucy, Choice, Connections, discipline, exercise, Growth, Journal Writing, Life, Memory, Self-Awareness, Time, Uncategorized
Tagged accessible, Aunt Lucy, backache, connect, dirty words, discipline, exercise, focus, learning process, Memory, potato salad, recall, remembering, slippery, speed of light, sweat, tool, words, writing
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That Slippery Slope
Memory can be seductive, perverted little bugger. For most part, nothing more than simple tree hugger, ’til something grabs its attention: bit of scent wafting through wood paneled rooms, music played just out of tune, or flash of scant sequined … Continue reading
Posted in Journal Writing, Memory, movement, music, Poetry, Selective, Time, Uncategorized
Tagged alone, another era, attention, body, fascination, held captive, Memory, movement, moves, music, Poetry, presnt moment, remembers, slippery slope, thrice braided cord
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