These last few weeks have been rough. We have a crisis in Milly’s Realm that I cannot yet discuss the details here in the digital world. The situation has disrupted my schedules, sleep, and peace. Continue reading “What Happened to Milly”
Just one single word with has been rumbling around in my head all weekend. I can’t seem to let it go. I am noticing roots in the world around me in my garden, family, location, spiritual, historical, and future.
Carving stuff has me thinking… Yes, I’ve been watching “Halloween Wars” reruns this weekend. Carving pumpkins and cakes has me thinking about the ‘carving’ I am tackling in my life. Continue reading “Carving Time”
Normally I don’t talk about my confessions to my Lord. I wasn’t going to post this but, a close friend said I needed to share this experience. She felt the Catholic confession was kept a secret and not explained well by Catholics she had known. She’s right. I do find it hard to describe experiencing the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Continue reading “Confession Time”
In yesterday’s post “Crisis Mode” I described my current state of crisis and the guidance given me by My Lord Jesus Christ. After writing the post I started looking at the second book in the trilogy I want to write. I decided to start by reading the Prologue I had written over year ago. Continue reading “Milly’s New Plan”
I’m sitting here in my writing corner, itching to write. My fingers literally tingle. I haven’t written anything in five days. I’m antsy and just a little (okay maybe a lot) frenetic with creative energy. I have not worked on any stories or posts. I miss writing. I crave it…
It’s been a year, today, since I set up Milly Really. I wasn’t sure I could do it for a month, let alone, a year. I stepped out in faith and unleashed Milly to the digital world. Woo Hoo! I did it! Happy Dance! Continue reading “Happy 1st Anniversary to Milly! Me!”
Did you get the joke in the title? Is it a mistake? Is it on purpose? Hmmm… Call it a Freudian Slip if you like. My eldest Millennial and I were talking about a bit of writers’ block I was having for this post when the conversation turned to my often oddball sense of humor.
I find this interesting. I’ve taken care of things and others most of my adult life. Now with the transition underway things are changing. I’m so used to taking care of my guys. Then I come home and I’m alone. What? No one to take care of?…Is that relief?…Is that panic? I meander around the house wondering what I need to do. I wonder what’s left for me.