Category: Writing

this lanky cowboy…

The past few days I have been…noting… jotting down my thoughts on this and that…or tracing out quotes from the various books I am reading all at once this week. Today, I veered off after an image that came to me this morning at… Continue Reading “this lanky cowboy…”

spelling…

This morning, I read a blog post that cracked my heart open. Loosing faith by Bethani Jade– On her Self Study blog. In the comments/ Reply section… I wrote: Walking with you. I began a new file today on my typer-machine. Under Spirit — Cries of/from the… Continue Reading “spelling…”

i dreamed…

i dreamed of a 70s kitchen  and these tv trays… there was an orange fireplace and magnetic poetry about beer…   i brought the dream and the fireplace to nanowrimo land.   we romped. so it goes~p

brave enough…

Today’s post features a picture of me from the way-back.  The photo was taken by my friend Rick and used in the promotion of my one woman show barefoot. The play is… well… it’s sort of a journey though one woman’s healing from Child… Continue Reading “brave enough…”

found…

Ever have one of those days when you go and look for something and you trip down the rabbit hole of…memory? Like boxes of old photos or paper files or, even scarier somehow (to one like me who tends to hoard old things), DIGITAL… Continue Reading “found…”

transform the energy…

Today I got to spend an hour with Sarah Selecky and a group of wonderful writers. Sarah  called it an SOS call for writers.  A time to just come together and write our way out of … reactivity… and re-connect with our own deep-inner terrain.… Continue Reading “transform the energy…”

I forget to pray for the angels…

I forget to pray for the angels, and then the angels forget to pray for us…. Yes.  How I forget so very much.  That seems to be my theme today. The things I let slide away away away…. The things I start with all… Continue Reading “I forget to pray for the angels…”

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…”

Starting Over

Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over

Ailish Sinclair

Stories and photos from Scotland

Activist Poet

Poetry, essays and other musings by Cathy Standiford

Keeping the Dream

The Healing Journey and Covert Abuse

Starting Over

Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over

Ailish Sinclair

Stories and photos from Scotland

Activist Poet

Poetry, essays and other musings by Cathy Standiford

Keeping the Dream

The Healing Journey and Covert Abuse

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