Filed under Love & Loss

“Mad Girl’s Love Song”

― Sylvia Plath

Classic pink car at beach

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

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my willing, spilling words…

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I am…

thread

bare-

ly-

breath-

ing…

I am…

a

marching

woman

warrior

with

many

whys…

weeping

as

the

numbness

is

seeping

deeper.

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At The Door

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Stalk the Clock

Shake off the Shock

Highs and Lows

And So it Goes…

Sleepless Black

The papers Stack

Words that Spill

While she Heals

Break, she May…

Vows to Stay

In the Game

Without the Shame.

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10 Thoughts on Whole Living

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Thriving

1.  Just as a seed contains all it needs to sprout, so are you already equipped to thrive.

Growth

2.  You can’t grow without pushing your limits.

Lessons

3.  See your mistakes not as personal flaws, but as the source of your most valuable life lessons.

Empowerment

4.  Think of money as energy; use it to empower, not control, your life.

Resilience

5.  Every moment of suffering brings an opportunity to build resilience

Rewards

6.  With each challenge comes new growth. Engage in rewarding efforts.

Focus

7.  Missteps are part of any process. Stay focused on where you’re headed.

Direction

8.  Find your direction in life by looking where you want to go, not where you don’t.

Worth

9.  Know your worth — and accept nothing less.

Dreams

10. Make this the day you stop dreaming and start doing.

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Walking Wounded

 

“The real voyage of discovery consists

not in seeking new landscapes

but in having new eyes.”

by

Marcel Proust

 

I consider myself to be among the walking wounded (as I believe… we all are)… and if we as a people have never felt the infinite void caused by losing a loved one… perhaps a Sister, Brother, Mother or Father or quite possibly, your Mother and your Father within a span of six months as I recently did…or you’ve not yet felt the sting of personal failure, the humility while asking for financial assistance, or needing a handout of food and/or possibly food stamps in order to feed your belly that’s been empty with an ache which seems like an eternity… or had to ask for help feeding yourself because you’re too sick to lift the fork. We all get a turn if we’re blessed to live long enough and that’s a fact… I

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