Photo: Jan Wayne Fields "Where did you get this picture from?" "In the Gallery of an antique phone…" "Ohhh! There is too much in there. What does one need other than a device, a cup of coffee and lenses?" "Well, I like to throw in a burger too, and some paintbrushes." "Do you mean you … Continue reading Spoof… and he’s gone
LINK TO SELECTED POEM https://allpoetry.com/poems/about/Unusual STATIC PEOPLE by reflection shadows Parts of me fails to understand. Between silence and television calm. There is a blank empty canvas in me. That seems to eat the planets in space, and devour it all. To drift between chaos and order. My own shadow sits; and screams! It's tears … Continue reading Name the Weapon
It is the same Sun that greets me every morning. I don my eye-glasses, and strain the eyes to see if there are any additional rays in the aura around it. A year has passed, and it should reflect in the Sun’s achievements - like a new medal. I think of all the shades of … Continue reading Same Sun, New Colors
I missed the train to happiness success that could have been destinations which were a dream I’m happy the bubble burst and I found a new path…. I’m only me and my dreams as goal posts moved away Barricades gave way to detours Stations stare back at me I missed the train to happiness https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/01/04/what-do-you-see-63-january-4-21/
The Hot-Tub Fairy is stuck at an undisclosed postal facility and will not arrive. In its place, the Fixin’ Leaks and Leeks Team received a lovely hole in Alex’s tub (which was fixed), and the master bathroom shower was finally sealed and caulked correctly, so we’re grateful, but now I’m tasked with improvising a hot-tub experience with a couple of shower heads, a Pandora disco station, and a suction cup drink holder. (Stay tuned? I guess?)
Here are other things I wished for in 2020—at the very beginning—when I was half-crazed with a sense of normal well-being and possessed with a reckless and wild notion of safety:
–“Go somewhere—anywhere—on a plane during the spring or summer for vacation.” Didn’t happen. Instead, we made sourdough starter—which is still alive—yay, Team! And we whisked ourselves away to magical worlds in our living room, thanks to 90-Day Fiancé, The Killer Sofa, The Tiger…
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There is no promise
life passes, sometimes trickles
we survive or thrive
love as glue, spirit reigning
heart open – sacred witness.
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The year that was ….
As the year winds to a close, it’s customary to look back at all we’ve achieved in the past 365 days.
In a normal year, I suppose, that would be the case.
However, as we all know, this has been anything but a normal year. And so, while I’ve certainly achieved a few *things* this year (51 blog posts, 4 books including a co-author project, 2 short stories published, manuscript requests and rejections, a new website, plus turning the big 5-0) I feel that the story of this year is something much bigger than can be defined by mere numbers.
For this was a year of discoveries, not all of them pleasant. The discovery that teachers should be paid approximately £2546756756 per year, for starters. The discovery that people we like or love can get sucked down conspiracy wormholes, and that the ugliness of human nature is…
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This week’s Blogging Insights – hosted by Tanya at Salted Caramel – asks:
What can you say about your blogging experience in 2020? Has it been different from that in previous years?What have you been posting about most frequently in 2020? Please share links to a few of your favorite posts from this year.
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