My Spiritual Experience
Start with the courage to let go of what and whom I cannot change. I let it go and I feel It, what some of us choose to call God. When I surrender instead of “fixating” on things, places, circumstances and people I am unable to “fix”, my mind gains the necessary space...
Inventory – Dreaded Inventory
A searching and fearless moral inventory? With lots of fear and trepidation. I don’t like the word fearless; it’s not true. I’ll use the word courageous instead. Whose inventory? Those who harmed me? After all, they are at fault. My parents, my coworkers, the toxic...
Grape Hyacinths
When my father sold the family home after her death I found the rusty trowel in the garage, duga few from the front yard and dropped them into a plastic bag. We lived on Willow Drive back then and when I openly wished for a willow tree for the front yard I only heard...
Abandonment, Abandoned
I feel better having written this! Feel some joy! Some triumph over all that adversity! It is over with, and I will NEVER tolerate it again!!! Deserted, rejected, and dumped. Betrayed, shunned, and discarded. Ostracized, scorned, and...
The Hunter Dream
From where I’m standing, hidden in a thicket of Pawpaw trees, he can’t see me. He’s walking towards me; unaware he’s being watched. He’s carrying a .22-caliber rifle, and he’s scanning the trees. He’s after squirrels. It’s late October 1939, and he turned 9...
Les courtes vies importent aussi
Au décours de mes recherches transgénérationnelles, j’ai eu à examiner mon vécu in utero, comme répétition du vécu in utero d’autres bébés de la famille. Quand une femme enceinte subit un traumatisme (mort subite d’un proche, viol, violence conjugale, départ soudain...
ACA
I grew up as a grandchild of an ACA and later became a drunk; I don't like pain, fear, and abuse in my life. I had too much from my ACA childhood. I became overly anxious for decades and turned to physical materialism to heal, but it never got better until 2012 and...
Darling Child
Darling Child who's not a child anymore but will always be my baby,You've grown so much in your spirit that you sometimes question if you're still you. Still you, who you remember as shy, and sheltered- - though your peers have usually seen you as bold and...
Jennifer
I remembered the name of someone I knew when I was very little,before my assigned friend, both of us in second grade, moved in across the street.I searched on her name, and in Facebook. Didn’t find her.Hoping she was still here, that she made it. Such an addict...
Conglomo Food
Brown bread in a can - soft, and with raisins, and no prep! Consistent. Available at any time. No love in it. Or was there?Sweet, predictable, always there. Packaged up from a conglomo company. Tater tots. Another conglomo food. Stuck in their little shape, unable to...