You sit there high up on your throne. In your room of darkness. Picking my life apart. Creating lists of choices not good enough. Negativity taking over. You shape your words into bullets. Stacking up your ammo. Guilt creeps in. You push it down. You turn it around. You look to me to blame. Ammo surrounds you. Animosity dripping from your brow. You pick up a word – a bullet. You aim it at...
The roosters crow. The hunting dogs bark. The sound of a car driving by on the 2 lane highway can be heard in the distance. A cool, crisp Arkansas morning breeze squeezes through the cracked window. The scent of earth dances in the air – soil, grass, the morning dew. Light shines through the sheer curtains and across the bed. My eyes open. There’s a smile on my face. I can hear the...
I’ve always loved to write. Putting pen to paper is natural to me. I swayed from it longer than I care to admit, but I’m s.l.o.w.l.y finding my way back. I don’t know where this is going. I don’t have a plan. I can’t see the bigger picture. And quite honestly, that scares me. I don’t know if I need a plan. I don’t know if I should share all of it on here...
Today, I celebrate me. I celebrate who I was, who I am, and who I will become. I celebrate my thoughts, decisions and accomplishments. My wants, my needs, my goals. I celebrate how far I have come and my will and motivation to keep going. I celebrate my wisdom, perspective and contributions. My intentions and my efforts. I celebrate my peacekeeping tendencies and my yearning to tell it like it is...
Memories. Boxes of memories. Gathered items collected over the span of her life. Pieces of her life carefully placed in boxes and moved from house to house, as she moved from town to town. Pieces believed to symbolize moments of her life. Pieces believed to be made up of pieces of her. Pieces believed to define her, as she is today. Irreplaceable pieces. Year after year, more and more pieces were...
January 1, 2019. It’s here. I’m here. It’s a new beginning and a continuation all at the same time. What do I want this year? I’ve been asking myself this for a while now. Contemplating what my word or phrase of 2019 will be. I want more time spent doing things that open up my soul. I want to dive into who I really am and appreciate and love her like I have never before. I...
