Tag: self-discovery

Maybe Tomorrow

She chokes on the water and knows what she needs. A concession stand with vending machines. A flimsy cup no bigger than the size of her small hand drops to the tray and is filled with soda, carbonated water, and ice. A Bruce’s fried pie…

Stand Terra Firma

  Do not trespass upon my goldmine try to uncover, take or polish my gems. It is my shaft of discovery waiting only for me It is my quarry.   Why attempt to tend, cultivate, till, harvest, tame a terrain not your own? I planted…

Facing a Wall and Can’t See Out?

If you can’t find the window into discovering your true self, make one! Then maybe you will find your inner child. Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows

Women, listen up

10 THINGS TIME HAS TAUGHT ME https://ladiespassiton.com/2017/08/03/10-things-time-taught/

Are you flatlining?

Change can be hard. Change takes you out of your comfort zone, out from under your safe and warm blankie. Yes, change can sometimes be scary. But without it, how do we grow? How do we learn anything new? Without change, how can we…

The Lone Deserter

The lone deserter travels on, through tapestry of green, paying no attention to the land he’s never seen. Passion pocketed for later use, the milestones tucked away, with treasures from another life he once felt sure would stay. Trying for clear passage, his back now…

Loving Ted, here and now, up and down, two and fro, so there you go!

A little inspiration that a friend gifted me:   Although, part of me has “outgrown” his books, as a retired Early Childhood Specialist, I will always love his dedication to children. AND,  I am a _UGE fan of his art! “Brilliant, playful, and always respectful…

The Infinite Search for Self

There are those who I remember And prefer to let them dwell Within the ghostly shadows of a Nostradamus spell Whether prophesy or heresy Or the cost of simple jealousy Is life a simple parody? Since it’s me I know not well? -CDW  …

Mornin’ After the Beatin’

  After Cono’s dad beats the tar out him the night before, Cono’s grandpa Ike (who witnessed the beating) shows up the next morning with an extra horse and a bit of wisdom. (Cono is ten at this point) No Hill for a Stepper–…

Cool Find!

Looking for my book of poetry, I found this instead. It is my portfolio of art from my early years of painting. Here’s the cover and, the first page, and one of my first paintings. “Life is a Caberet.”