It has been five months since my canine companion of more than sixteen years has departed this earth, leaving me empty and grieving. I did not expect, and therefore I am unprepared for, the depth of sorrow I feel at the loss of his presence beside me. There seems to be a bottomless well of memories and triggers that waft
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And, so is the evolutionary cycle of life for a scrap of hard, non-metallic matter.
This is not that dissimilar to the progression of a human being’s existence. Whether it be throughout the course of one lifetime or over hundreds, how different is it?
The soul that is birthed, or re-birthed, into their current body does so laden with unresolved issues and unlearned lessons, which the physical and psychological form inherits, and so begins another ‘human condition’. Individual circumstances of this origin and its ensuing years have been mapped out long before the soul enters a new human vessel. Its parents, siblings, geography, education, employment, income, status, Continue reading “Transformation, Progression, and Evolution”
A concept ever writer can identify with. Sometimes you wake up with what you believe is the next great novel, but more often, you will open your eyes to a blank page and a giant ink stain on your white comforter.
Growing up, my mother had a collection of plaques with different and interesting sayings on them that she displayed throughout our house, but primarily they were located in the kitchen. Even as a child I was fascinated by the written word, but I was also confused at their appearance on these pieces of wood along with, what I believed to be, their unusual placement on the walls, rather than in books. Despite my confusion I also found a certain pleasure in being able to access these messages at any time by simply walking into a room and scanning the walls.
As an adult in my own home, I have chosen to continue my mother’s custom; however, I expanded on it a bit. I have splattered the walls of my Sleepy Hollow like apartment, with its small rooms, dark wood and seven-foot ceilings, with a variety of sayings that suit my individual tastes in the here and now. Although I am a bit unconventional in nature, I still find comfort in being surrounded by various words of wisdom and encouragement that are timeless and always accessible. Continue reading “The Hokey Pokey”
[Spring has arrived and I have moved outdoors and taken my lazy, winter-indulged body to the park for long, cerebral walks. It was during one of those outings that I met a woman who was sitting alone on a bench near the pond. Having spied this older, eclectic-looking woman and wanting to get a closer look at her, I slowed my pace and came to a halt just short of the pond. There had been something curious about her that caused me to do so. As I approached her I sensed an un-earthly aura surrounding her; she had lived a full life, seen many things, and had a story to tell. By nature I am not a social creature, but I am out-going and friendly which allowed me to strike up a conversation with this woman. She was easy to talk to and I suppose she felt the same about me, because within a very short amount of time we were discussing the story I pen below. It is an extremely shortened version, of a modern-day Romeo and Juliet, which leaves the reader, the writer, and the protagonist with a longing for answers to a mystery that was left unsolved decades earlier.]
She said to him, “Why are you so much of an avoidant? You and I are in the autumn of our lives. I want more, don’t you?”
Despite all the previous failed attempts to engage him, she still believed that she had enough fire in her belly for the both of them if only she could find the way to light a spark. She continued, in her typical devil-may-care approach to life, by trying to fan a flame that she knew surely must exist somewhere within him.
“Let’s buy a house with a barn for you and a library for me. Continue reading “When Love is Too Much”
It’s always, and in all ways, about the attitude. Bad ones have a life of their own and tend to spin out of control if left unchecked. I imagine it to look like a funnel cloud of negativity that wreaks havoc in our lives and leaves a path of destruction in its wake.
[This is a story I wrote in November of 2007. It was one of my first experiences with gender profiling as a single woman, other than the time in Home Depot when I was directed to the aisle that contained switch plate covers after having asked in what aisle the electrical outlets were located.]
I have had to learn many lessons, and challenge many prejudices in the course of my lifetime. Some have been easier than others; some require a lot of perseverance and self-confidence. The one I write of here is the latter.
Just over a year ago, I bought half a house. To clarify the previous sentence I will explain that I already owned one-half of the building and the purchase of the other half would make me the owner of one whole house.
Continue reading “Cracking the Code”
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