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A Bit of Beauty

A Bit of Beauty

The primary reason I took up this challenge this year was to get myself back in touch with my inner spirit. I needed to remind myself that no matter how dark things might appear … as long as there are those who continue to create, the darkness will never be ... Read More

Windows (an ode)

It is often said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. There is little doubt of the truth of this observation … at least for those who pay attention. I believe that we can rearrange the words a bit and express another, more subtle truth: ”“ Windows are ... Read More

I have a few questions …

Why is it not acceptable to blame easy access to guns for gun violence, but it IS acceptable to blame women for the rape of women? Why is it frequently the same people having those conflicting thoughts? Why do (again often the same) people find blaming lack of prayer in schools ... Read More

What stealing pens while eating a salad taught me …

I have recently been dealing with what I consider the flip side of writer’s block. Basically instead of a lack of ideas to write about, I have a surplus. There are so many that they are bleeding together, and I am actually having a difficult time separating the thoughts enough to put them into words. ... Read More

The voice(s) of compassion – #1000Speak

It is sad that lately the only time I feel compelled to write here is when something bad happens in the world. But instead of my usual rant (though I do have a bit of rant to share), maybe for a change I will have words that will ultimately bring ... Read More

The P.O.W.ER of the mind

Destiny has been on my mind lately. Does it exist? What actually IS it? Do we follow a path that has already been set before us? Or do we make it all up as we move along? These are questions many wrestle with. These questions are lately the core of ... Read More

An ode to Black Friday

‘Twas the night after Thanksgiving, when all through the land, Rabid creatures were stirring, the time for shopping was at hand; The lines began building outside the stores, In hopes that shoppers would be first through the doors; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While parents began ... Read More

A fresh canvas

As many have noticed (and I probably have said myself many times), I do not live a “traditional” life. I never have. Once, I would have said my life has been one adventure after another, with periods of stagnation of varying size in between. Others might view it differently, with me be anything from a ... Read More