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 all started with touch. Yesterday, it was cool enough to wear my new gloves driving this morning. Soft and fleecy inside, the gloves slid over my fingers. Ah so nice. My hands warm and cozy gripped the steering wheel on the drive to work.
In Memory…I hate those words. I still feel my friends that have gone before me. Their life force, words, actions, and love still live in my life. It’s not, in memory. It’s, in life. I may not be able to touch the life with any of my physical senses. It’s still a life. I still feel the life and love in my bones. My spirit senses their spirit.
Have you ever been hit by God’s sledgehammer? I have but this one drove me to my knees in gratitude. This is how my Advent became my season of gratitude.
Early in my career in government work I had a recurring dream for a few weeks. In the dream sequence I sat in my cubicle filling out paperwork. Then I passed the completed paperwork out of the top of the cubicle. All was good as the paper continued to fall on the desk from somewhere above like snowflakes. Continue reading “Drowning in Paper!”
1. Something happening or changing swiftly; 2. Something very destructive; 3. A column of air rotating rapidly around a core of low pressure. [Ref. Encarta Dictionary] Pretty much describes the last week of my life – a whirlwind. The week has been an exhilarating, thrilling, rousing, overwhelming, stressful, kind of week. Continue reading “Whirlwind”
Chemical Dependence (Part III):
Milly’s Realm has shadow worlds. I feel all our Realms have shadowy spaces. So far on my quest I have identified two such worlds in my Realm. I’ve described my scary forest (fear) but, I go to another shadow world more often. Milly’s castle walls hold a secret place. It is the dungeon.
