Come Home

Calling back the lost, the stolen fragments of my soul in order to become whole I am calling them back home to me now I am ready to healI am strong enough to healI am wanting to heal and to love all of me No more broken piecesNo more lost piecesNo more stolen piecesNo more…

What’s the Point

Today is one of those days that I wallow in self-pity Anger, sadness, I give up, what’s the point I remember a necklace a couple of friends gave me shortly after Richard passed, it says Never Quit I remember the night I knelt by my bed sobbing, asking God to help me, give me strength…

Monkey Mind

No more monkeys jumping on the bed SHOULD be, please, no more monkeys chatting in my head!!!  Last night, I journaled, not because I felt the need to, but because of the 100-day project, my project a minimum of 30 minutes every day in my art room. I didn’t feel like painting yesterday at all,…

Right Here Right Now

I sit on the couchSophie beside meI find comfort in her snoring I feel the vibration of my watch7 o’clock, a reminder, time for Sophie’s pill There was a time 7:00 p.m. was my favorite hour of the dayDinner was eatenTummies fullDishes done Richard settled in his reclinerLaptop in hand I get cozy on my…

May I Be Open

What is one of my gifts? I meditated on this inquiry and this is what came through Healing through prayerWordExpressionArt When I heard “healing through prayer” it surprised me . . . . . but it is the first thing that came into my head So this morning once again I sat in meditation and…