The power is out. Reason unknown. A hot pre-summer day in Texas. I tell my son to take off his shirt. Don’t open the outside doors. Don’t open the fridge or freezer. Move as little as possible. It’s going to get hot… fast. And who knows how long this will last. I sit by the window. Sunlight peeks through the blinds just enough to shed some light on my journal. And my soul...
Despite the desire, I find myself not in a place where I’m able to create and write…. but I AM in a place of cleaning up in my writing world. I’ve spent some time recently organizing my documents, photos and folders. I’ve even seen some memories pop up on Facebook of some writing that was never shared on my blog, so I’ve taken the time to add it there as well. I...
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...
I’ve been struggling with where this writing journey of mine is headed. In the last month, I’ve been drawn to do things that my soul has been craving. I’ve been writing. Taking photos. Updating my blog. Sharing my work. But where is this going? What is going to become of all of this? What is the end goal? I have no clue and today, my wonderful husband gently reminded me that...
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...
