Pam Bustin
creator, editor, story tender
Month: November 2016
hope begins….
A strange, unsettled morning. No. That’s not right. It isn’t strange, but I am unsettled. It was a morning of…distraction. Good distraction if that is possible, but still… distraction. I am doing something different this month. Working on the computer FIRST THING, in the… Continue Reading “hope begins….”
Sequester my heart…Or not…
My writing and thinking and poking about online today took me towards the idea of using the energy of love to move towards this world, instead of hiding away from things that seem hard.
With a love so vast and shattered…
I greet you from the other side Of sorrow and despair With a love so vast and shattered It will reach you everywhere And I sing this for the captain Whose ship has not been built For the mother in confusion Her cradle… Continue Reading “With a love so vast and shattered…”
Everywhere is falling everywhere…
Yesterday, I spent some time with friends including the poet Rumi and the wonderful Marion Woodman (who I am just coming to know). I found this poem – The New Rule by Rumi in a book that slipped into my hand yesterday as… Continue Reading “Everywhere is falling everywhere…”
push back against the dark…
“Claim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don’t just survive. Celebrate.” ― Charles Frazier Working from this inspiration this morning, I realized (again) that this is what I do each day in The Scrib. This… Continue Reading “push back against the dark…”
Last night, at one in the morning…
Last night, at one in the morning, we went down to the edge of the water to watch the beavers. There were three of them. Momma Daddy and baby we assumed. They had no fear of us. They carried on, though we may have… Continue Reading “Last night, at one in the morning…”
on forgiveness… from the Water Protectors in North Dakota
I saw this video today on facebook and am out to share it as far and wide as I can. Watching it… I wept and wept and wept. These are women on the front lines. Protecting our water and all people. Please…pass it on.… Continue Reading “on forgiveness… from the Water Protectors in North Dakota”
being seen… “It’s bigger on the inside.”
Romper, stomper, bomper boo.Tell me, tell me tell me do. Magic Mirror, tell me today, did all my friends have fun at play? I see Kathryn and Jennifer and Laura and Johnny, SisterCoyote and Judith and Bethani and Mary and Jalene and Kathleen and Robert and Anne and… Continue Reading “being seen… “It’s bigger on the inside.””
in the room with the wallpaper…
Today I wrote a sad story. About this fella (who I named Sam) and why he is alone… …here in this room with the wallpaper that reminded him of home and his own beat down mother. I wrote… a fragment… of Sam’s story today.… Continue Reading “in the room with the wallpaper…”
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Pam Bustin 