Sometimes there was nothing by white deep drifting for a long section, but looking ahead, I could see the old path and then I would cut a new(ish) trail to meet up with the tracings of the old one.
You know that feeling when you finish a book and your eyes are full of tears and your heart is entirely full of, “Yes. Yes, I remember now. Thank you for reminding me.” That is what I feel right now.
Hullo Sweeties. I am curious – what do you listen to when you write, or paint, or clean out the cupboards? Do you like sounds or silence? I sometimes prefer silence, but I have come to love instrumental music or music sung in a… Continue Reading “The Sounds of Writing…and other doings…”
I am getting so excited!
I will be serving as a coach for Jen Louden’s upcoming seven week course on Getting Your Scary Sh*t Done.
Jen is offering a FREE Masterclass on Monday. Check it out at https://jenniferlouden.com/gssd-masterclass/
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 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…”
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…”
Hullo Sweeties…. Today on Facebook a friend and fellow writer, Bethani Jade, tagged me in a post inviting me to share in a “self-love” writing challenge that she is doing. It brought up all sorts of….nasty sticky goo for me around my writing practice.… Continue Reading “Bethani reminded me….to begin again…”
I begged God to let me know, if it were His will, could I please stop writing. Why? Well, I know I am just as weak and undeserving–and more so–than I was thirty years ago when God commanded me I should begin. When I… Continue Reading “I still have healing herbs….”
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