I ascended slightly. I wanted to feel the pain of the full wind coming at me. I wanted to test the strength which I knew I had and therefore, was no test at all.
Technically, my bosom was clothed in a rather bedazzled brassiere. Even though I had no intention of any action nearing usch exhibitionism, in the moment I could not have cared less.
February 3, 2021 If I typed the word ‘um’ a thousand times, would that help my writer’s mind? Would it… Read more A Woman’s Diary, “Orchids”
Maybe awareness is the secondary gift from the pandemic to me personally. Gift number one is my family’s health. Gift number two, “up my efforts” on my own health. And hit those body goals, head on…
I was so wrong. I regret my lack of understanding and effort in beginning on the ‘open roads’. They were my roads. And yes, others were on the same road. They too began where I began, travelling, lookinf for their one road. All of our roads began as one.
After months of procrastinating, I finally made the form for the light installation at the Matthias building…
I have a survivor story to share with you, but I have not really done so with a full head of steam. Any less an effort is not my best. I am absolutely scared to evolve…of breaking the thread between the past and the now. Yet, I must.
Your health, now more than ever, is my family’s health; my health is my neighbor’s. We are global…
I would write a beautiful book, a beautiful story… But it may not be pretty….
Now the pre-dawn glow of Christmas tree lights and lazy embers from the fire nudged me awake, gently reminding me that I had no pressure of a day’s schedule.