It is the feeling of being alone when I am in a crowded room of friends. It takes control of my emotions and leads me away into a grey filled nether place. Seeing it approach me, I summon it to leave me alone. I am fine and do not welcome its attention. I do not …
Ahh…The Memories Of Christmas Past
I have a soft spot for old-time Christmas songs. Those sung by Bing, Andy and Burl. When I hear them I drift right back to my childhood. A time when I marked my tomorrows between now and the next December 25th. Always so far away...took so long to reach- a whole year in …
My Mother’s Shadow Box
It hung on the wall of the formal living room, centered over the mantle- given a certain dignity and place of purpose in the room. In many a holiday or special occasion photo, quietly present in the background. My mother’s shadowbox. I remember it well. Painted creamy white with bamboo looking wood trim, …
Desensitized- A New Normal?
Desensitization is a process where the reality of life is colored by the continued saturation of stressful actions, situations and surroundings. Wanting to survive this stress, we find a way to rationalize what we experience and to put it simply “make it normal” in our own little world. That is my own perception …
Random Thoughts Of Thankfulness…
Some thoughts on what I am thankful for....I have limited myself to those random thoughts that immediately flooded my head...the ones that rushed in as I opened the gates. They seemed most eager to express themselves...yet know there are many more unwritten that I have not pulled from my heart and painted with …
The Devil Named Addiction
Ferociously eating away at our self-esteem, while filling us with false satiety and satisfaction. This devil knows no boundaries and carries a bottomless appetite. It pounces upon us relentlessly day in...day out. Sometimes our resolve is torn and trampled and we wave the white flag in surrender. Thinking we are a failure...weak and …
W A R
War...three little letters when put in a particular order become heavy in connotation and serious in responsibility. No longer a simple card game of my youth. Yet I fear we are becoming desensitized to this little word that means so much. How have we become so far removed from the battlefield when we watch the …
Just Not Black And White
If life were only painted with a thick sable brush using midnight black and winter white. Clearly showing us right from wrong with a broad stroke. But it isn’t. There are no clear lines just a blurry smudge of grey as we struggle to find our moral boundaries. I have come to accept …
The Price Of Empathy
I wear my emotions on my sleeve, all there for others to see- a designer label of sorts and every bit as expensive. But I am willing to pay the price. You see, my return is greater and worth the cost. I appreciate that I can freely cry tears of unabashed joy, painful …
The Time Of My Life
Every year it comes around to remind us that someone is keeping track of our time here. Marking the moments as they add up into days, weeks, months and years. Giving us something to reflect upon as we turn our heads and look over our shoulder at yesterday. And once again, I marvel at how …
My whispers in the wind - Charlsey Jane 