WRITING, READING AND REFLECTIONS I recently joined a LinkedIn writer’s discussion group. One of the question and discussion is below, my answer only. In answering this question, I discovered something about myself. My personality, my outlook, and my approach to life has been greatly influenced by everything I read. The greatest influence, my mother, who taught me to
The sterile fresh scent of carnations permeated the air. Reds, yellows, white, and red striped flowers danced starkly against the grayscale backdrop of my world. Feeling like I was in an old slow B-movie, I looked down at the lifeless body of my mother. I wanted to scream this can’t be real. She wouldn’t leave me. I might have
*Photo purchase from Big Stock Photo—Majestic sunset in the mountains landscape. Overcast sky before storm. Carpathian, Ukraine, Europe. Beauty world. by Leonid Tit By Juneta c 2009 My pillow is the cloud As I dip my feet in the sea of heaven I stand alone on the edge And stare into the forever blue .. .. My soul cries to unite Yet I
*Big Stock Photo by Belphnaque Originally Written 2003 REPOSTED SEPTEMBER 25. 2013 It is funny. This prayer is just as applicable today as it was the day I wrote it. Life is not linear, but an ever-revolving, growing, expanding-circle of change, good and bad, until the end. I don’t know how I became so lost in this old
Make me feel, but don’t consume me. Hold me close, while allowing me to roam free. Look inside and know me, without trying to change me. Touch me, but don’t critize me. Know my joy, but don’t try to cage it. Watch me fly and soar with me, But don’t clip my wings or try to control my course. Cradle
