Pumpkin picking is personal, but so is free choice. Should we let someone - or something else make choices for us, or should we take back control of our free will?
PERSONAL PUMPKIN PICKING
Through a Glass Darkly
Letting go is never easy, especially when it is not some THING that you are letting go of, but some ONE. But letting go is a part of life, Sometimes it is in letting go that you, or the one you are letting go of, is finally able to heal and grow.
A Dream of World’s End
Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real that when you woke up you couldn’t figure out which was reality and and which was the dream? This one shook me deeply, especially in light of the fear and animosity and division that seems to have taken over the United States recently.
Stop Looking at Me!
May I just take this moment to say that Zoom is the Devil. Zoom comes in the guise of light and progress but is truly a deceiver and devourer of souls.
Glitter and Glue; the New Year and You.
Glitter and Glue; the New Year and You.
The Road Less Traveled
Robert Frost once said, “I took the road least traveled by, and it has made all the difference.” And I have to say, he was smack on the money. I did take the road least traveled by, and it HAS made all the difference, because I now know that I am hopelessly lost.
Seven Billion Stories
We all tend to think of ourselves as the star character in our own personal story. But how often do we think about all the other stories that are being told? With over 7 billion people on the planet, each of them telling their own story, that is a lot of stories that you and I will never get to hear.
As the World Crumbles
What is there to say when the world seems to be falling apart? Most people who go on social media already have their minds made up. They go to argue their point; to point out why everyone else is wrong and to decry the injustice of it all. I want to make magic with my words. I want to touch the heart of the world and, if only for a moment, make it see past the anger, the division and hatred and violence, and show it what it could be. What is possible.
I Am Not a Lizard
My youngest daughter is a lizard. That’s what her sister calls her because, like her father, she loves the heat. She thrives in it. She basks in. She goes jogging in it for Pete’s sake. Like her sister, however, I am not a lizard. If you put me in heat over 85F I tend to... Continue Reading →
This is not a 9/11 Post
This is not a 9/11 post. There will be dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of posts and articles uploaded today that go over all of the details of what started out as a glorious September morning, and ended in tears and blood. Memories of where people were, what they were doing when they heard the... Continue Reading →
The Great Divide
Have you ever noticed? Every time there is an “event” we sit on our phones or computers hitting “refresh” anxious to see the latest pictures, read the latest updates, hear the most recent “takes” on the situation by whatever talking head, pundit or agitator is out there spouting off about it. It is as if... Continue Reading →
Crafty Creative Chaos
When I die, bury me surrounded by all of my unfinished craft projects. Please oh please don't curse the world with all of the things that I was not talented enough to bring to life. The thought of all of my unfinished craft projects ending up in a Goodwill bin for people to paw through and wonder about gives me the screaming heebie jeebies. They'll be judging me and my inability to finish what I start, I just know it. Maybe in the great beyond I will find a way to work on six craft projects at the same time and complete them all successfully,
Dearest Tuesday
Dearest Tuesday, I have seen so many of your brothers and sisters come and go. Some I’ve loved, and some I’ve hated. Some have sped by so fast I got whiplash. Others dragged their feet so slowly I wanted to kick them for being so boring. All of them have the reputation of actually being... Continue Reading →
Recommended For You
I do not read because I enjoy a particular genre. I read to be awed by an awesomely told story, or to learn new information on a topic that intrigues me. I read for the pure joy of it.
I Dreamt that the World Had Ended
Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real that when you woke up you couldn’t figure out which reality was real and which was the dream?
The Cry of the Crow
The only thing I can do, the only thing any of us can do, is to address the fear and pain, the suffering and injustice that is presented to us on a daily basis. Face it without flinching. Accept our role and do whatever we can, no matter if it is nothing more than putting a band aid on the skinned knee of a child, holding the hand of a loved one lost in the depths of dementia, offering a meal to a homeless person, listening to a friend who is attempting to work through a bad break up, or making a dying crow’s last minutes on earth as comfortable as possible.
What Rough Beast
I don’t know how this is going to end, whether with the bang of a civil war or the whimper of a society slowly dying from the inside out, but unless we can retie the broken threads, the one thing that is certain, is that the center will crumble and that the rough beast of anarchy and apathy will have its hour come 'round at last.
The Chest of a Thousand Drawers
The chest of a thousand drawers lived for years in a shadowy alcove between my grandparents’ kitchen and their downstairs hall. Actually, it didn't have a thousand drawers, but since I never actually counted the number of drawers, and since the contents always seemed so mysterious to me, it may as well have been a... Continue Reading →
The Banner of Busyness
Why do we insist on keeping ourselves so busy that we never seem to have time for anything that truly rests or refreshes us? When did we forget what it is like to simply take time for ourselves to rest and recharge our batteries? Why is self-care so rarely on our list of priorities?
Will the Real Writer Please Stand Up?
What does it mean to be a "real writer?" Is being a real writer something you were born with, or is it something that you become?
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