lightning strikes

#Reverb14, Day 4: We are all lightning rods, conduits for that which the Universe wants born into this world. What energies did you channel this year?   I didn’t choose to become a victim nineteen years ago just as I didn’t choose to be a victim again six years ago,…

boats beating against the current, ceaselessly against our past

Perhaps one of the most haunting lines from Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby comes at the end with an image of boats straining tirelessly to edge their way along a path against a current only to be carried further and further away into the past. I had long been in love with the…

I am

#Reverb12, Day 30 Describe joyously and in great celebration the being that you are.   Who am I? I am all the shades of red and tides on the beach. I am hot sand, fall leaves, and bare feet in wet dirt. I am part warm laundry from the dryer…

Losing and Finding

#Reverb12, Day 20: What was lost in 2012? What do you intend to find in 2013?    I’ve lost friendships, weight, hope, patience, tears, keys, my mind, money, faith, and inspiration.  I misplaced clothes and coupons along with bills, my car in countless parking lots, baby socks, recipes, and grudges….

the whisperers

It’s the day before #Reverb12 and I approach this year with much less planning than in years past.  I haven’t looked at the website other than to register and I haven’t even looked at the other bloggers who are participating — yet. I am purely jumping in for the experience…

bitch, please

I could spend some time talking about how hard my life has been.  I could go into great detail about each of my hardships and trials.  I could sit back on my couch and play the one-upmanship game in how I am a better, stronger person than any other because…