Hi everyone, First I want to thank you all for being such supportive, encouraging readers with Thoughts from a Brown Paper Bag Girl. You all made my early blogging experience wonderful. Writing to su...
I gave it up. Gave up the idea that I’m perfect. Or that I should be. Gave up the idea that I can do everything on my own. Gave up the high expectations I had for myself that didn’t align...
superfragilisticexpialidocious ! (In case you’d forgotten.)
A gray, rainy day. Wishing I was at home curled up with a novel in my PJs. The professor looked around the room at vacant faces and asked, “What will you do for the people to be?” The peo...
A Native American tradition, the dream catcher is meant to protect the sleeper. Good dreams slip through the centre hole and drip down the feathers to the person. Bad dreams are caught in the web and...
If ya’ll head over here, you will find my guest post over at Courage 2 Create about speaking from your heart, in life and writing…
i hold wishes with my palm and blow them to the wind like hundreds of dandelion seeds, fluffy and light as air, flying, being lulled along by a breeze…where is not known by breeze or seeds or w...
you stare at blue above water enveloping, seeping, tugging golden ...
Life’s too short to worry about making mistakes.
Imagine. Sitting in a little wooden boat. Drifting on a pond. Air is warm, it leaves damp kisses behind. A figure sitting across from you. He has the oars. You want them. A voice in your head whisper...
Black. I don’t wear black. Well, when I was 10, I remember I lived in a favourite black sweater for a year… I don’t wear colour. Shades, soft billowy there but not. Like memories. H...
Day dream of dreams, of fragments, bits of colour like stained glass window shattered across floor. I step on shards. they bite skin, sing out ‘stop, stop.’ I don’t. fragments becom...
where do butterflies hide? Drops of rain would harm those fragile wings. Wind would lull them, spin them, tatter them. Splashes of colour among grey. Fly, Fly, Fly.
I think of flowers. How in autumn blooms fade, petals drop, and tall lean bodies wither and brown. How in winter they are buried beneath snow, buried beneath earth. Then, just when you start to feel ...
I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year. ~Edna St. Vincent Millay Strings of laughter, tears, complications, like strings of imperfect pearls. One after anothe...
Pitter patter pitter patter overflowing from gutters pooling in garden beds mud, thick squishy mud soaked to the bone clothes hanging limp, lifeless walking, walking, walking air cool, crisp, clean w...
Whenever I see a cowboy hat, I think it is him for a moment. It never is. My drumming heart drums nonetheless. He rides across my dreams as he rides across mud cracked plains, antiqued landscapes wit...
We take the stars for granted. We can’t imagine a world without stars. We believe that they will always be there, up in the sky, sparkling down at us. We take tomorrow for granted. The idea tha...
I rest my head against my mare’s neck. Her coat, still long from winter, tickles my cheek. I breathe her in – she smells like honey. Her head rests on my shoulder. The evening sun dances ...
I flee from the house. The cold wind slices at my skin, snarling. I don’t mind. I walk down the road that I’ve walked down so many times. The sun tries to bleach the land with her brillia...
Truth. We shy away from it. It burns at the back of our throats as we fight to keep it from slipping off our tongues. We choke on it. Slowly. We want to pretend that it doesn’t exist. That the ...
Fog. Thick. Gray. Filling up the valley with his cloak of sheep’s wool. I peer out the window into the abyss, and can’t even see the top of the mountain on the other side. The air is damp...
I find a photo in a drawer of my life worn, love marked, cream desk. There’s a girl in the photo. About twelve. Her cheeks are sunburned. She is smiling, but with no teeth showing. She doesn...
My hair currently looks like a tangled lion’s mane. I have lovely racoon eyes (I’d really like to say that is because I’ve been up late studying, but its really because I came acros...
I’ll never forget a story my Mom told me. She had been standing in a long,busy grocery line. To pass the time she turned around to talk to a young woman. She commented on the young woman’...
I do not know how many times in the last while that I have came onto the blog with the purpose of writing a post. And ended up staring at a blank screen, trying to think of something to say. Begging ...
They say that once you know the rules, you can break the rules. The rules for what to eat for breakfast generally consist of toast, eggs, smoothies, cereal, oatmeal, and so forth. I know these rules ...
I had the lovely opportunity to watch King Lear at our movie theatre the other evening with a friend. It was a live broadcasting all the way from the Donmar theatre in London. There is something magi...
taking risks. I’m learning that every time I feel FEAR (that heart pounding, fast breathing, sweaty palms, “I can’t do it!” reaction), to view it as a cue that this is an oppo...
Sometimes I would like to be able to Ctrl+Alt+Delete (or in other words, re boost or re do) a conversation, a situation, or a particularly rough day. Because when I re-examine such later, details bec...
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