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Quote for Today: Sylvia Plath

I knew I should be grateful to Mrs Guinea, only I couldn’t feel a thing. If Mrs. Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn’t have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat – on the deck of a ship or a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok – I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. 10 more words

Quote For Today

A Kind of Catch-22

I started blogging because I believed that purging all the pain and telling the story that my family refuses to listen to would help me heal. 950 more words

Mental And Emotional Health

Profiterole Girls

Hey, sick puppies,
lying, with your
bellies pressed to the floor.

I could kick you,
or I could tell you how
sorry I was, for going away. 118 more words

How Am I Doing? Part 1

I realize that most of my recent posts have been about art or reblogs ( of my work or fellow bloggers). With the exception of the… 196 more words


litebeing reblogged this on litebeing chronicles and commented:

Hello dear litebeings, I realize I have been rarely blogging these past few months. I feel very depressed and may need to find a new home and a new job to pay for it. I feel like every time I try to make a move in any direction, it gets derailed or sabotaged. I don't even feel like blogging now, which is not really like me. The song in this re-blog came to mind today as a strong representation of my situation. Then I remembered that I already used it here. Back then I was confused and overwhelmed by some spiritual, philosophical ideas about existence.  Currently I feel sad and powerless over 3D human life. My depression is not clinical, mostly situational and I pray that it will lift soon. It all ties back to losing that glove in the post Glove Story . I have not been myself ( whatever that is ) since. Please keep me in your prayers. When I am ready, I will be back with new material. I am committed to my writing, which often is my saving grace. I love all of you in my WP family, but I do not have the energy to write. Rather than comment, I prefer you email me if you want to reach out. blessings, Linda

Glass Houses #FridayFictioneers

Photo credit: Janet Webb

Glass Houses
By T. Delaplain

Helen’s world was shrink wrapped, the glass house he provided kept her well contained. “A safe haven”, he had promised at the altar. 82 more words

Flash Fiction


I guess the idea is that I am supposed to be figuring out how to use or find my own voice. I have always been very good at surface speaking and story telling. 778 more words