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My purpose… need to write… but is it really enough? Am I really enough?
I always thought that I needed to write my story. You know the memoir that would set the literary world ablaze, catapulting me into the stratosphere of published authors. Ok, settle down. You can’t blame a girl for dreaming, even if the dreams are grandiose and bordering on the ridiculous. So this girls’ got to…
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So Lost …
The phone’s shrill call echoed throughout the empty house, evoking a sense of dread. Its incessant ring mirroring Peter’s dark thoughts, “how long had he been trapped in this hell-hole”. He was desperate to get back home, to find the long-forgotten path. He knew it was there, he knew the portal was still open, somewhere.…
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Getting Away …
The break had done Aurora wonders, from the wide-open roads to the vast star studded-expansive skies, and hot ancient healing waters of the artesian baths. Every inch of her was at ease. Which was quite miraculous, given that only 12 short days ago she’d been a pent-up bundle of nerves ready to implode, or explode…
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Now for something a little lighter … Fergus the Frog
Poor little Fergus, Fergus the frog,Sat all alone, on his great big log,Sad, lonely and feeling blue,Feeling helpless, not knowing what to do. As he slowly wiped his tears away,He remembered something his father would say.Oh Fergus, my beautiful boy,Don’t you know you’re such a joy? What made Fergus feel so bad?His friends mean jokes…
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My Father’s Hands … Goodbye Dad
I whispered gently into my father’s ear; and as I did, I felt the slow rise and fall of his frail chest. The alien-like rattling sounds of his strained breathing punctuated the air, and with each exhalation a heart-wrenching reminder that he was in the final hours of his life. For three days I hadn’t…
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Fractured reflections of a butterfly …
She stood in front of the mirror; long golden locks sculpted her pretty face. Green eyes brimmed with tears; her brows furrowed in self-contemplation. If only she saw what the mirror saw, a beautiful girl with an inquisitive mind and insatiable appetite for social justice. But she did not; she saw the shattered reflection of…
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And so it is …
I always thought that I needed to write my story. You know the memoir that would set the literary world ablaze, catapulting me into the stratosphere of published authors. Ok, settle down. You can’t blame a girl for dreaming, even if the dreams are grandiose and bordering on the ridiculous. So this girls’ gotta dance…
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My musings …
If I just allow myself to write, just allow my words to fall, spill forth unfiltered, unfettered, and raw. Can I handle my truths? Am I strong enough to allow myself to be vulnerable, exposing myself to experiences of my past? Would it be a cathartic journey through the recesses of my mind? Or will…
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Esoteric Musings
Sometimes I feel like I have lived a thousand lives. I am struck by fleeting memories, feelings, or recollections, of distant lands, ancient times, and people I don’t know. These feelings, if I can call them that, barely exist. Their presence is more like the minute traces of a smell of a memory. Yet, their…
Selectively Juggling
Learning to selectively juggle to avoid the chaos and struggle
Selectively Juggling 