a repost from early fall 2015. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; DrunkContinue reading “Marching Orders: Revisited”
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Food Addiction: Eating as Punishment
As a young girl, I leanred to “use” food as a drug to supress strong emotions that were punished, heavily discouraged and suppressed in my family. The message was that it was not ok to emote, whether positive or negative. To carry strong emotions triggered an adult, the child was punished. Without the ability toContinue reading “Food Addiction: Eating as Punishment”
Letter to The Creator: Leap of Faith
Creator, If You created Everything and Everything is You, then We are all You. We are ALL One. If You are Love, then to Be is to Love. We are all cut from the same fabric, so although We can appear different and act different from One another Our origin is the same, You. You created Us, and gave UsContinue reading “Letter to The Creator: Leap of Faith”
Dying for Approval
Find yourself first…like yourself first…love yourself FIRST…& friendship & love will naturally find YOU. ― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass One of the main reasons that I took a FaceBook hiatus is that I realized how much I was tied to the “like” of my posts. It wasContinue reading “Dying for Approval”
Marching Orders
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even toContinue reading “Marching Orders”
Sometimes Things Happen
Sometimes things happen: to show us how far we’ve come … to show us where we have yet to go to show us how much we love ourselves … to show us where we need to to show us where we feel worthy … to show us where we don’t to show us that weContinue reading “Sometimes Things Happen”
Full moon, Blue moon
It’s calling me… And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping The moon tells me a secret – my confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and A million light reflections pass over me Its source is bright and endless She resuscitates the hopeless Without her, we areContinue reading “Full moon, Blue moon”
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