Tag Archives: change

Remember to Breathe

  Okay, I think I am in trouble. Haven’t a clue what it is I should write about today, just know I should be doing this. Tried to listen to some music to get me started, but was just too … Continue reading

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Yah, Let’s Do It

  Was chatting with a friend on Instant Messenger yesterday. In the course of the conversation, she dropped a comment that included a memory we shared from years ago. So we began to throw one liners at each other about … Continue reading

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Repercussions and Counting The Cost

Writer’s Island prompt #15 “IF I COULD CHANGE ONE THING”. What would that be? Nothing. That’s right, I wouldn’t change anything at all. It’s not because I’m afraid of changes, or incapable of them, or don’t occasionally wish things were … Continue reading

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About Authenticity

Writer’s Island prompts #12 and #13 “Change For the Better” Was a bit disappointed when I went to see what the prompt might be for today. My last blog was about all the changes I have had to deal with, … Continue reading

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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

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Butterfly Day

I have found a new form of therapy. Coloring. I love it. The logic part of the brain is occupied with keeping the color between the lines. But the rest of the mind is free to roam and make connections, … Continue reading

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Stain Removal

  Remember being dressed up in a new outfit, new shoes, cleaned and sparkling from head to toe, with Mom’s smiling approval? On the way to some social event, if only at Grandma’s house for holiday festivities? Then within the … Continue reading

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Semantics of Breathing

I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can breathe. _Anais Nin Writing means a great many different things to me. A few years ago, someone close to me said that writing was my … Continue reading

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Map of Awareness

  In a recent blog, I used the phrase map of awareness, and its been circling around inside my head ever since. I’m not aware of having ever used the phrase before, so it intrigues me that it sort of … Continue reading

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Personal Take Cont. (WT, as well)

  I came home from the hospital to a totally different environment than the one I had left beneath the rear wheel of my father’s big black Pontiac. My world had been altered and, when I looked in the mirror, … Continue reading

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