Today someone threw a rock through my window. To specify, the rock was thrown through the window of my soul.
This morning a friend of mine told me a story. It was her story. It was upsetting and had potentially severe repercussions- for both of us…
Read More“I wish you were never born. You are dead to me. You don’t matter- to me or to anyone else. You are stupid and ugly. I. HATE. YOU.”
These are words many of us have heard too many times to mention. We don’t even know how to block them out anymore. In fact, we begin to believe them, accepting them as fact. Of course, they don’t make us feel good about ourselves or our future, but they weren’t meant to. They were meant to break us down like an empty box being recycled. This toxic language renders us ripe for being recycled to the next person in line, waiting to use us to mop up their needs. We are expert at finding those who are more than willing to abuse us. We know one thing; we are temporary. We are only as good as our willingness to stay and listen to this toxic cesspool that spews freely to flow through us and surround us.
Read MoreToday on this crisp sunny afternoon, I journeyed home from a visit with family up north of my home. The sky was filled with birds, and both sides of the turnpike offered ample views of the bare-branched trees. Suddenly this blog post came into my mind. Line after line wrote themselves while I drove.
I was so intrigued by the barren branches and how they seemed like reaching hands.
Read MoreIn the mid-morning sun, I see pieces... of all that I am and want to be. Of all the beauty in the pain and suffering my abuse taught me. Of all the guilt I wore like a black, thread-bare cloak that sheltered me from the real understanding that I am NOT the abuse that happened to me. I am the brilliant and spectacular rose that bloomed despite a drought; the absence of love and acceptance that left me thirsting for sustenance. I was crushed under foot, but I am whole and continue to provide joy and beauty. My thorns are intact and will serve to protect me from future abuse.
Read MoreMost people own many things, some more than others. As life changes for us, so do our “things.” We collect them, share them, give them away, and hopefully, forever keep the intangible ones! For me, over the years the term “things” has changed in more ways than I can count.
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