Really enjoying Nadia Colburn’s 31+ Day Meditation and Writing Course. This is from Day 13 (repeated) – everything is interconnected. Words: wind, white, ancestor, pitcher, run, desire (amazing how different my response to the prompt is each time!) I played around with making it resemble a DNA helix, but not sure I was successful. DNA … Read More →
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Day 2 of January Writing Challenge: Write about what you take in and what you can get rid of. What nourishes you, and what you can let go. Use words – bodies, cinnamon, fulfillment, nameless, floating, cattails LETTING GO In the sixth decade of my life I’ve learned to drink it all in That everyone … Read More →
Day three of January writing challenge…  I loved the Clifton poem and rope imagery and the writing prompt. Thank you for another inspiring lesson! How do you imagine your journey of life and how do you want to represent it? ROUTE 66 As I travel to my next destination I wonder how long until … Read More →
Writing Course, Day 4 Windows, Baudelaire (year-long practice with extra prompts). I find I really enjoy incorporating the prompts and the challenge of putting all the words into a cohesive thought – but quickly and with sudden inspiration. Does anyone else wonder at where these thoughts even came from as they spill out of you … Read More →
From Nadia Colburn’s 31+ Day Meditation and Writing Course, Day 14 Prompts: GRASS CHILD OLD MOUTHS DEATH MOMENT HANDS My hands are old. I remember how smooth the skin was when I was a child, but now I have my grandmother’s hands. She’s under the grass now, my grandmother, and all the rest of those … Read More →
The Golden Years
I never thought I’d be alone
In the golden years…
This stage of life we longed for
Retired from the nine to five drudge
Free to do anything we wanted.
When we looked towards the future,
we saw beaches and travel
More of this!
We said, …
Five years ago today, I held Rick’s hand in a death grip. A literal death grip, for hour upon hour. By noon of that day, I realized he was going to die, and he did, at 8pm that night.
The night before, alone in my bed, I had an odd feeling. A scary fee…
This past Tuesday was our 25th wedding anniversary and I celebrated alone, sitting under the windchimes in my gazebo. A small portion of Rick’s ashes are in the chimes, so I always feel like he’s with me when I sit there. It was his favorite place to s…
Woohoo! It just keeps getting better! I received my copy of the 2021 Bear River Review today. This is the first time I’ve had an
The impact of Rick’s death has lessened as the years go by. That’s only natural. I’ve always been a firm believer that time really does heal all wounds, although not as quickly as we would like (and I definitely formed that opinion before experiencing …
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