*I like good strong words that mean something… I read Little Women in third or fourth grade, and have been channeling Jo March ever since. *Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex, as she expressed it, writing away at her novel… Continue reading Me, Jo March, and a Stumble into Grace
Music Melody Chords Cadence What’s missing? A voice. Is it your voice? Is it mine? Shall we sing solo or harmonize? Am I funny? Am I poignant? Am I speaking the truth? Does what I have to say matter? I’ve been blessed and fortunate to meet an entire traveling band of insightful people. After general… Continue reading A Chorus of Lovely Voices
“and Anna begins to fade away.” ~Counting Crows, “Anna Begins“ I think I’m going to stop writing about you. It’s not like you ever read my work anyway. Not like it ever truly mattered to you. Or I ever mattered. Truly. To you. I always wanted you to read. You knew this. And you would… Continue reading Invisible Ink: a Guest Post by Christy Anna Beguins
lines~~curves shadows~~light yin~~yang good days~~bad days Our lives are a ballet among contrasting landscapes and emotional highways. One moment, we are screaming down a back road in a sweet Chevelle with the windows rolled down and our hair flying everywhere. The next instant, we are pulled over getting a speeding ticket. The day is ruined.… Continue reading One Hot (Yoga) Mess of a Mama
Do you ever feel like a five-year-old in a grown-up world? Oh, maaaan….I have to work today? Again? I’m so tired. I wanna to stay in bed. Puleeeazzzzz?? No! I am not going, and you can’t make me! *Raises hand. Guilty! I’ve been whining a lot lately which means I’ve broken one of several Terry… Continue reading A Hacker’s Guide to Whine-Free Living
Finally Friday, folks! In the states, Daylight Savings has packed her bags (ruby-red slippers and all) and it will be that beautiful full moon providing light at the end of this Autumn day. I’m busy working on my manuscript (NaNoWriMo y’all) so I will spend November replaying some old posts while I grind out 50,000 words by midnight on November… Continue reading Friday Recap–Play it again, Sam!
So often we see our bruises as markers for bad memories, mistakes or poor decisions. I view them as reminders of grand adventures, unraveling laughter and lessons I wouldn’t have learned otherwise.
My best stories are often inspired from the black, blue and yellow marks on my knees or head (and my heart).
These bruises make for better conversation
Loses the vibe that separates
It’s good to let you in again
You’re not alone in how you’ve been
Everybody loses, we all got bruises
We all got bruises
~Lyrics by Pat Monahan
How often do we forget to be joyful in the face of struggle? To hide our emotional battle scars and bandage over the wounds with futile attempts and masks.
To cover up our bruises.
We all got bruises–it’s okay to let them show.
A note from my new friend Deepti, prompted me to quickly write and share a few words this morning. She was kind enough to give my blog a “shout out” in her piece on overcoming the fears of public speaking and imperfection. I’d like to say that what you’ll read below is divinely inspired as a result… Continue reading I’m Real and Imperfect….and I’m Spectacular!