I was a writer from the beginning. I was pretending to write a fanciful script well before I could write my name without the odd scribbles. We become writers from the moment we pick up the pen, pencil, crayon, or quill. The need to write, the desire to tell stories are with us always. The shame I have regarding writing… Read more »
she stood in the nights’ freezing air crying for their love slowly he boarded the bus turning back every step she waved, he smiled love was in her eyes when they pulled away farther than before she had so much faith in her love the tears just streamed down her cheek he vowed to return but no one ever really… Read more »
Let go of the ways you thought life would unfold; the holding of plans or dreams or expectations – Let it all go. Save your strength to swim with the tide. The choice to fight what is here before you now will only result in struggle, fear, an desperate attempts to flee from the very energy you long for. Let… Read more »
I get up before anyone else in my household, not because sleep has deserted me in my advancing years, but because an intense eagerness to live draws me from my bed. In the same way, I drop off every night with a kind of secret satisfaction as I think of the day to come, even if it is likely to… Read more »