Dear God, Give me your strength. All of it. I know you have all power so give it to me. Open my heart wide open and fill it with love. Fill it with so much love it cannot feel hate. Take the hate I have away on the wind. Let the feelings I have pass… Continue reading Letters to Heaven
I told myself that if I made it through today I would reward myself with writing something I wanted to write…But what do I want to write? It’s 22:22 right now as I look at the clock so I can force myself to write for ten minutes without stopping. Basically these days I just have… Continue reading 22:22-22:32
I can’t think of anything to write about today so here are some products I love. I love telling people about new, random things I love, but these items are actually ones that were recommended to me by friends. Here are three things you can use to treat yourself and your body to some at-home… Continue reading Stuff for Your Body
Everyday. Ten Minutes. No stopping. Barely edited. “There is no need to do anything but rest in the fullness of who you are right now.” This is what a tarot card said to me last night, but it’s also pretty basic wisdom. Is there anything scarier than being happy where we are? We are meant… Continue reading Who You Are Right Now
Everyday. Ten Minutes. No stopping. Barely edited. It’s only day three and too soon to give up. I had a haunting dream last night. And it haunted me all day. A little girl was mad, because things hadn’t gone her way. Is she my subconscious or is she someone real? She said I was supposed… Continue reading #3
Everyday. Ten Minutes. No stopping. Unedited. I don’t like poetry, but I do like spacing out lines… I bought a house Because I was suddenly homeless So it seemed like the smart thing to do. It has a great backyard With a broken fence And the cutest rooms With slanted floors And unsafe windows Many… Continue reading I bought a house.
Everyday. Ten Minutes. No stopping. Unedited. [Was going to try for 25 minutes but the attention span is too short]. I call myself a writer, but what am every day that passes that I do not write? Just a thinker. A conspirer. The ideas never go away. They can’t leave because they haven’t been released.… Continue reading Being a Writer