[ Content | Sidebar ]

Posts tagged innocence

summer flower

if all of life were this lovely
perhaps
there would be no fear
or anxiety
or troubles between people
if all of life were as innocent
as a flower,
and every sound
as peaceful as petal dust,
if every breeze brought only lovely summer scents
and fireflies,
then, just perhaps,
people
could be kind and lovely
to one another as well

verbal rape

Some of us are only mildly neurotic about our bodies, and some of us are severely neurotic. This fawker figured out one comeback for every woman alive. I suspect he practices in front of his mirror; as he expects some kind of wrong to happen to him daily. He says: You are a Fat Pig, and now he feels superior. Certainly his command of the English Language is to be applauded.

self-love and renewal

How will you ever dig yourself out of this hole if you do not love yourself, and your own life, enough to push the emotional rubbish off of your face and climb out? Self-love, amazingly enough, is simply having a basic sense of self-preservation that is intact and functioning.

eggshells and lug nuts

I felt like I had been targeted for murder. Might have been true. Might have just been sloppy work. Was it because of the life insurance policy recently offered by my office? Was it because his true self was about to become known. Or, all of the above? I guess that will never know, and I do not want to know.

perspective

from: Clarissa Pincola Estes’ amazing book:
Women Who Run With the Wolves

From the introduction: Don’t skip it. Every line of those twenty pages contains amazing insight and truth from deep within the souls of women everywhere. It is a most amazingly beautiful book about the strength of woman-kind. This book is a treasure [...]

my sisters, and other sisters

I have three younger sisters,
they will always be little girls
in my mind
They are in fact,
grown women now
with families and joys and
sorrows of their own.
Tonight,
I was thinking of my other sisters
the women out there,
across this globe,
where ever they might be
whose lives are not in their control
whose husbands are their jailers
their keepers
whose children are hostages to the [...]

broken trust

What do you do when the trust is broken?

For the battered one, the sweet, fresh trust of love has been violated with the first punch. Nothing the batterer can do will ever bring that back.

dandelions and fireflies

My early memories of spring in Chicago are filled with dandelions, fireflies, and early evening stars. Dandelions and stars were for wish-making. Fireflies were for dreams and imagining what lie beyond the blue sky and the amazing white clouds that became dragons and horses and so many other pictures in our minds.
What child hasn’t [...]