Tis the winter of my not writing…but for a change, it feels more like a resting field than a concrete parking lot.
I can feel the life under the surface, the worms and bugs and roots and earth, cold now, but resting, not dead. 165 more words
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anais Nin… 828 more words
It’s 12:22 PM and I still haven’t been able to sit down to work on my memoir. I did my morning stretches, drank hot water with lemon, followed by black coffee, ate my morning oatmeal and millet with date, walnuts and chia, (Forgot to throw in the ground flax seeds.) read the morning newspaper cover to cover, both national and international news and now rather than sit down and work on my memoir-nearing-completion, (It’s been nearing completion for thirty years.) I prefer to write this slice of life. 811 more words