The holiday buzz behind us, with the crazy schedules or no schedules at all. Routine is welcomed. Getting back to my scheduled reading and writing. In reading Natalie Goldberg’s book, “Writing Down the Bones”, I was encouraged to write everyday, even if it’s gibberish. She also encourages timed writing. I like the feel of pen and paper and letting my thoughts flow freely without the thought of “writing for someone”. It’s so invigorating.
Here’s some quotes to encourage the writer within:
“If you wish to be a writer, write.” – unknown
“The worst thing you write is better than the best thing you didn’t write.” – unknown
“A scar is an area of fibrous tissue that replaces normal skin after an injury. Scars result from the biological process of wound repair in the skin, as well as in other organs and tissues of the body. Thus, scarring is a natural part of the healing process” – Wikipedia
normal – injury – wound – repair – natural – healing
Some scars are seen, some unseen. Some are the result of playfulness, while others can be traumatic.
My husband has a scar on his chin, the result of a fall he had while in boot camp.
My son has scars on his face, the result of childhood antics. He imagined himself Superman and jumped off stairs. And, not just once.
My daughter had a scar on her back, which went from the curve of her neck to her tailbone. It was the result of mayor surgery. She had scoliosis (severe curvature of the spine).
Some scars are embarrassing and cause us to hide. While others are worn, almost as a badge of honor. Some cause people to flinch, while others draw their undivided attention.
There is a story behind every scar. Are we willing to share it? I’d say, share away. It makes for very interesting conversations.
~ ~ ~ scars are part of LIVING ~ ~ ~
As I said, Goodbye 2018, I wondered if I’d pick a “word” for 2019.
Reading, “it” came! Now, I wonder, in the mystery of it all, if The Word is the one that picks me? I wasn’t looking. I wasn’t trying. I was simply reading, and POW, there it was.
♥ ♥ ♥ Beloved ♥ ♥ ♥
⇒I am loved by God⇐
⇒I am loved by my Family⇐
No earning. No striving. Nothing to do. Nothing to prove. Simply accepting being LOVED.
“Wisdom is realizing [that] allowing someone to help us can be a much bigger task than actually helping someone else. Accepting help means releasing the judgement we’ve imposed on ourselves.” – Melki JK Russell
Have you ever been in a place that seemed like you were experiencing an out of body experience? Like you are in the audience watching “you”? Yesterday, I was doing my usual grocery shopping, when all of the sudden I became aware of a “whistle”. WHAT?! ME?! WAIT?! NO?!
Today, I came across this:
AND, so in the little things; in the seemingly unrelated things; in the messages that seem to be separate yet are so entangled…I will ENJOY the sound of the whistle 🙂
What draws me here? What do I expect to find? Is it that I am sorely aware that your shell is beneath this manicured lawn? No amount of decorations, beautiful though they are, can remove the agony of reality. Every bug, every worm a horrible reminder of ones end. From dust we came, to dust (dirt) we will return.
As the reel of my mind plays and replays those horrid images, which threaten to undo what little sanity remains, I have to purposefully make the choice to think and meditate on images of heaven – you are whole, complete, full of joy! There is no other way for this Momma’s heart to find comfort and solace.
Almost a year and a half of your departure, AND it still feels surreal. I’m learning to accept that this “feeling” will be part of me until the day I take that same journey and we are united again. Oh, how that day drags on…endlessly painful…my eyes blurred to the horizon.
Do you think of me? Do you miss me? Of course NOT, that would be torture! I know…I live it! No, this isn’t living…I’m barely enduring it!
Death, the ultimate separation. The gut wrenching reality we will all have to face. No one escapes it!
“Grief has a way of lodging itself in the body…There is a substance to sorrow, a gritty reality and physicality that, if left untended, has the power to choke out one’s hope.” ~ Annie Parsons
In need of “motivation” to write. Just not flowing. But then, again, nothing seems to be “flowing” 😐
Here’s a quote to motivate me and motivate you:
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” Franz Kafka