From time to time I log on the net and see something that touches home and is right on time for me. Such a thing too place the other day on Redbubble when I stumbled across a painting by Kit Scott who wrote the following beside her painting called Sun and Shadow:
Ever stop looking into the future, so overwhelmed by the present or past you couldn’t deal with possibilities, too?
I have. When you take back your life, when you turn to the horizon, it is terrible and it is beautiful, and it is worth the fear to have the possibilities again.
Sun and Shadow by Kit Scott
I would cheapen the painting and her words by saying any more. Thank you Kit for permission to post your painting and for your timely words.
fma
Have you ever seen something so exquisite you didn’t want to touch it for fear of spoiling it, but you had to? How could you not?
Have you ever run your fingers across something so beautiful you could feel just a tiny bit of electricity flow through your very being and nearly lift you off your stale, dry and dusty path?
Have you ever held it in your hands knowing once you build courage
And once you let yourself go
You and exquisite will fuse?
I’ve seen it
Touched it and
Was inspired to meld.
Dr. D and I discussed the creative free flow writing I did called Show and Tell.
This particular piece is interesting to me because of the names I chose and the words chosen to describe my sister’s behavior and responses. Most significant to me is the names chosen for the characters. I went by the name Anna my senior year in high school and Cheyenne is one of my sister’s middle names. I switched up the names but didn’t really think about it until after the fact. Anna is also the name of one of my very mild alters. In the Bible there’s a woman named Anna that was considered loyal, faithful and always in the temple. This is one of the reasons the alter chose her name and one of the reasons I went by it in high school. I liked the thought of being considered loyal and faithful. Since my sister was none of those things its interesting that I’d choose to give her that name in the story and take hers as my own. Roger is just the brand of the cigarettes I was smoking at the time 
Continue reading ‘Therapy Session Review: Show and Tell’
I wrote the entry about resilience in relation to the loss of a friend’s husband to death. My friend’s husband was in the final stages of MS but he also had a seizure disorder. He died in his sleep. In an instant my friend became a 27 year old widow and single mother of a one year old daughter. Her husband was 32 years old. My friend took her one year old and moved to New Albany to stay with friends. I hope to talk to her soon.
I may have written the entry about dealing with the loss and the sadness of her situation but it now applies to the loss of my sweet kitty Bella. About 4:30 this morning she passed away. I never expected her to be one of those cats that lives forever but I figured she’d make it past 4 years old. She’s been sick for awhile. Each winter she sort of hibernates and you can see it in her eyes that she doesn’t feel well. For the last 3 winters I wasn’t sure if she’d make it through, this winter she didn’t.
Continue reading ‘Exploring Losses’
No thank you to sunrises and sunsets.
Offer to another the peaceful sound of waves over stones.
And feed the masses cake and cookies for
I am full.
I am full.
Let strings and wind instruments lull you to sleep.
Let clouds form your dreams and fireflies deliver your wishes.
Walk your walk down cobble stone paths hand in hand with satisfaction
And take for yourself a full goblet of aged red wine for
I have sung my song, and I have walked
I have walked each step with stillness of heart
And found strength in the light of Your gaze.
Friday, February 19, 2010 – 2:17am EST
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Weapon of Choice
Where the pen is mightier than the sword…
By Jennifer B Worthington
Let me tell you, I just got a glimpse of Jennifer’s book and I’m blown away. If you appreciate raw, open, honest, lay it on the line with no sugar coating type writing then this is the book for you. In addition to her wonderful poetry she has her own artwork which also speaks very loudly.
Continue reading ‘Mightier Than the Sword’
That skinny old man sounds like a stampede of spooked cattle as he runs across poorly padded carpet
To open a door about to fall off it’s hinges.
I hear it slam and think to myself,
I hate him.
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It’s not the slamming door or the way he goes about clueless in his ways that bothers me so. It’s that he reminds me of my sister in some ways because he refuses to say, “You can’t do this to me.”
Continue reading ‘The Reflection of Two Little Girls’
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