Category: Writing

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…”

how we look on love…

Today, a story just began itself….

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…”

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…”

listening to frogs…

Hello helloo… Yes – yesterday I saw a frog and she served as my inspiration for today’s entry in the notebook. It is a sprawling entry, playing about with various frog facts and musings on various frogs that have shown up in my life.… Continue Reading “listening to frogs…”

learning to pray…

Hello hello hello. We are here to do a bit of a November experiment. I am feeling so fricken awful these days. Like I don’t DO anything. Like I will never finish anything (writing wise) ever again in my life and so… Of COURSE… Continue Reading “learning to pray…”

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