Archive for the ‘self-realization’ Category

I love this…. first encountered it on NPR……..  telling your life story in 6 words, no more, no less… Smith magazine has published a book of these.

Ernest Hemingway’s……. “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”


Mine – “Seeking: Time, Love, Sleep,Art, Wine” 

What’s your 6 word memoir?


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First, I want to say that I hate Wal-Mart.  Hate them.

Second, I want to say that they have driven out every mom and pop in my town and are only option in this small town, so I am forced to shop them……..or another large chain.

Today, I got ready to settle down and make a collage and decided I needed yet more “stuff”.

I went to Lowe’s in search of a plastic notched trowel, had to settle for a metal one.  I wanted a package of the hard, flat sponges that puff up when you wet them, they did not have them…… I needed yet another type of glue to fix the drawer glide that holds my art supplies in my kitchen……and some formica samples to make a few necklaces….and luggage tags…sorry Lowe’s, I’d buy them in a package if you sold them.

At Wal-Mart I purchased waterbased markers, fine point sharpie markers in a variety of colors…. sand, paint brushes,  crayons for wax resist….. gel pens….tulips paints in matte….. a pad of paper made for acrylics (new to me)……   I bought drop clothes because I am messy…… and elmer’s glue………paper plates…… plastic cups……some misc things to add texture…..  I am so ready to get in my yoga pants and play with paints……………..  and hopefully lose some weight in the process……… I’ve shot my food budget on supplies so the only foods I bought this week are – a head of broccoli, a case of Diet Coke, a dozen eggs and a large plastic jar of pretzel sticks……ought to be an interesting week.

May your muse find you……….. 

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In my past I was the mere shadow of a weak woman.

Unworthy of being loved, I married a man whose depth was no more than surface deep, his own sorrows buried in alcohol. Yes, saddenly this was what I unconsciously chose for myself…someone that I could love more and who did not know the meaning of the word, nor did he have a desire to be loved. Sigh.

In the mirror I am a no longer a victim but a survivor, a stunning beauty with clear pale green eyes, laugh lines and a little of nature’s sparkle in my hair. Even if I am the only one that sees that in me, that is all that matters.

In my dreams the thin woman that lives inside my body escapes, climbs Mount Rushmore, dances on the head of Teddy Roosevelt, jumps over to George Washington's head and slides down his nose landing in a lush, decadent, creamy, warm pool of Godiva chocolate. She takes a deep breath, then notices she has left her mark on this earth... her lime green, size 3, thong bikini dangling on the mountain for all to see.

In my stories I am a pioneer woman who followed her man across this country raising healthy children that had strong family values and learned to deal with life’s challenges as they came.In my fears I am a on a bridge that is crumbling into a rushing river below it and I can not swim. I am terrified, not for the fear of drowning but because I am unable to save my children who are with me in the swollen river. My heart dies a thousand deaths instantly, it's much too much for me to bare.

In my car I am Barbara Streisand’s idol, I speak perfect conversational French and I weigh what my driver’s license says I do.

In my wishes I am the person that discovers the cure for all cancers so we don’t have to say good-bye to loved ones much too soon.

In my childhood I was a the princess that never smiled, a fat child that realized at an early age that the world would judge me by my weight and not my heart. I was a thin teenager but never knew it.

In these clothes I am a Diva with traces of dye ink and pigments from memorable nights of splendor spent crafting treasures for my loved ones, way into the wee hours of hot summer nights while the crickets sang to me and only me, as the thunder rumbled in the distance.

In the future I'll be old but never old in spirit, my scrapbooks will up to date, my crafts organized and my house clean. I will be one of those people who sit on their porch and watch the world go by, those people that I’ve loathed and envied all these years while secretly wondering what the inside of
their house looked like.

In my family I am an OVER-PROTECTIVE MOTHER and darn proud of it and thankful for being blessed with two beautiful sons that tolerated me all these years! Not for all the riches of the world would I trade the years I've had with them, or the hopes I have for their future. They are my greatest work and the part of my heart I leave behind when my days are done. They are love. 

In my old age I am healthy with great hair that still blows in the wind. I wake up with my lover of many years, his hair now gray, wrinkles grace his face, his eyes still the biggest source of comfort to me. I speak to him without a word, he knows he is my heart's desire. We go for coffee early in the morning before the birds are up and sometimes play Scrabble in front of the fire while sharing a bottle of our favorite wine. His hand is the one I want to hold as one of us are dying, knowing the other's departure from this world won't be far behind.In my heart I know I am blessed......I have my vision and hearing, all my senses, as well as wishes and dreams more precious than gold and the hope that they someday may come true.

Just for the record, I fit in one airplane seat, but that may not always be the case.... :)... in which case there would  simply just be more of me to love!Ahhhh, my pen has ceased to write, my fingers too tired to type, my head is spinning, I feel a little wild, I may just have to howl at the moon!



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To the man I’ve yet to meet….

There are some things I want to know

about you, dear

not all at once, unless of course,

your comfort takes you there

I am ok with letting these things

reveal themselves one by one

like fallen leaves that arrive with the wind

Or perhaps they are best discovered 

peeled away one by one,

like the thin layers of an onion

sometimes they make us cry

and sometimes we just hold our breath and go with it.

Or would you prefer to reveal them

by the light of the moon

as we sat wrapped in blankets on the beach

the waves lapping at our feet

as we shared a glass of wine?

Some things are best revealed in the safe confines 

of a room warmed by a raging fire

I have no agenda, no timeline,dear

just questions, from my heart to yours

it’s all part of the process

of becoming

fully present and invested

in “us”

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