If you're going to speak do it freely. Use words wisely but don't spare them at my expense. I think it comes down to consistency. I'm almost convinced it's in the actions we repeat, not the words that we speak that bears witness to our existence. But only half of what I say makes sense, … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: Shifting Perception, and Other Little Acts of Freedom
SIDEBAR: Treasure Hunts One of my earliest setbacks manifested as a struggle with words. authority figures around me just sure, I would need special attention, not to mention separation from my peers? Insult to injury in the eyes of a little pea, who hadn't see the ways she thought as a bad thing... until … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: A Peak into Weaknesses Becoming Keys
Hello Fellow Readers! On my journey toward uncovering my writer's voice, I've found myself in the dungeons of self-pity more often than I'd like to admit. The 'woe is me' lamentations of others echoing more clearly around me. In my weakened state, society's 'anything goes' environment seems way too happy to back me up. Doing their … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: The influence of Personal Heroes, Humble Beginnings, and Gratitude on the Depressed Brain… PART 1
Heroes and villains alike can never seem to get back to it fast enough. Be it a lair or a castle. Or a cabin in the mountains away from the world while submerging themselves fully into the true nature of it. Be it to celebrate, mourn, or lick their various wounds, seen and unseen, visible … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: There’s No Place Like Home
How to Mix a Princess So it's Sunday, and it's snowing and my grumpy underbelly is grumbling about how cold my run is going to be. If the wind is blowing I hope she goes gently, in the meantime I will satiate my irrational irritation with everything through a little cooking, and cleaning, and writing. … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: Character Building
There is something in the water, it screams in after dark, It's preying on the children while they're playing in the park. A generation of pedophiles and sharks, narcissists and narcs. What you put in is what you get back, but lately I've been sniffing and I think I've found the rat... Ten … Continue reading Room With a View
The true heroes pull value from within. A true hero spins gold with what she's given. I didn't get here by doing what I'm told. If I said gold and you saw green, then, true love, I'm convinced you've never seen, the smile, by my hand reflecting from a strangers face, that's how we win … Continue reading Heroes Journey…
little lemmings falling hard, little lemmings lose their guard, Little lemmings make a line, To the ledge where death will dine. and for some reason, we're still shocked, when backlash follows the ones we've mocked. When logic comes in loaded and locked, Words are weapons when we abused them, it's our duty to carefully … Continue reading Somewhere, Over the Rainbow…
Episode One: A Shot in the Dark Growing up, we were taught that each fairy was unique, with their own set of magical qualities that would form themselves over time. It wasn't for us to worry or wonder about their existence, that fact was sure as the sun would rise. We weren't to force it, … Continue reading Joyful Short: Introduction
I had a thought while running today that really stuck with me. I think it stuck with me because it was the perfect example of why I try not to say things out loud until I've properly thought them through. When words leave our lips too soon, before they are ready, they tend to leave … Continue reading Running Thoughts Are Better Left Written Down
The Inkling 