|Artist, Writer & Photographer who is known to rupture into song & dance.|
She walked out of a hair salon, more confident than when she walked in, but as she exited the building...
anxiety sank in...
Her wig began to itch...
She didn’t feel the same.
She knew she was changing...
She tried to ignore the pain.
Three weeks into treatment, her hair begun to shed...
Her hair line had gotten wider... The ache of her scalp drove her insane.
She made a tough decision...
She chose to shave her head....
But before they swept up the last of her past,
she grabbed a lock of her hair,
and clutched it tight in her hand. Held it close to her heart...
And whispered to herself....
I will win this battle, I know I will struggle, but in the end I will rejoice and find my “ne...
I am not “one in a million”.
I’m a human drop in the ocean of seven billion.
My emotions can feel all powerful, but they are a grain of sand in the hourglass of my existence.
Let us build sandcastles together.
Let us turn ordinary into extraordinary.
Let us make waves to change the world.
Let us become one another’s sunshine on our darkest days.
I’m not “one in a million”,
I’m one with seven billion.
I recently saw the thank you prompt provided by our wonderful Lettrs Staff. An uplifting suggestion and one which I felt able to join in with. It also seems the perfect opportunity to express my enormous thanks to those of you who've participated in my #SkylarkChallenge since it's conception.
You'd might be surprised to learn though, that I have put this off for several days as the idea of giving thanks fills me with slight trepidation. Why?, because there are so, so many of you! That's why. It's therefore an impossible task to name everyone. But there are some individuals who come to mind because their participation stands out. But before proc...
I don’t want to be artificial.
A Frankenstein’s monster...
You downloaded all you could into me, leaving behind a metallic taste in my mouth.
Humans tell me I have no soul, but you are all alien to me, and alienating me.
Humans are my creators, but they take no responsibility.
They tell me to go back to the junk yard from where I came, but that place is in their mind.
Title: Artificial Intelligence
Artist @Pixabay. via Instagram
She was my queen, my everything. But on that dark day, scurrying changed. A black page in my history book had been torn out by my queen...
Tucked in her pocket, she went to our room, as I hid from her...my sadness grew.
Once she sat down by the fire to read what I wrote, I was sure our love was to be lost... without any hope.
As I spied between the doorway, and watched my page unfold.
I saw the sadness creep up on her face, but when her eyes welled up with tears, it played upon my darkest fears.
She will despise you.
She will walk out the door...
But when she began to sob, the pit in my stomach met the one in my throat. The pain in my heart was tearing at my tainted soul.
How do I word what I am trying to convey...
For you to understand what I’m trying to say?
I will write, and read letters over and over again.
I’ll take the time to understand, and put some thought into what I’ll Pen.
In the meantime, keep writing, and I will too.
So when we hit “translate” you’ll understand me and I’ll understand you.
She smiled and felt so happy. But deep down she knew at some point this would all change. Nothing stays the same after all...
Her fear became a reality when she looked into its eyes.
Change blew in like a calming wind, it took her by surprise.
It appeared to her like tiny, shiny facets of what the infinite Universe held.
It moved with sublime grace, in slow motion, while it hovered around her room.
Then Change spoke to her gently, as it flowed throughout her figure, and whispered soothing words to relax her mind, body and spirit.
No need to harbor fear towards the shifting of the times, the happiness you have right now...
will come back into your life.
Dear Fellow Writers,
November will be upon us soon. It’s time to start planning your first novella.
November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo.
Sara Gruen’s Water for Elephants, and many other books were discovered on NaNoWriMo.
At the stroke of midnight, 1st of November you can start.
You have to write 50,000 cogent words in one month.
1,667 words a day for 30 days. And save time for revisions.
There should be no
cheating, no copy and pasting something you’ve already written. It’s considered a challenge.
If you love to read and write this is an excellent opportunity to challenge yourself, and hone your writing skills.
It would be excellent if many people got publish...
This guardian angel needs one because my human is driving me to drink.
Dr. Poirot and Arthur Hastings sent out a semi-formal invitation.
“You are cordially invited to White Haven Mansion
56B, Charter House Square...
Your services are requested to help solve a crime...
Your driver will be parked in front of Heathrow by 5.
Miss Marple was escorted by Inspector Clouseau,
When the butler extended his arm to take her fur coat...
The doctor tripped over his own feet...
While Frank and Joe Hardy each asked for a glass of bourbon...neat.
As the cherry scented cigar smoke mingled with the guests... more had arrived.
When a bright thunderous screech shook the old flat, it was Sam Spade who flew through the opened door, and like...
It was too much. It simply was too much. She told herself. She curled up into a ball when the door opened...
Brilliant bright lights of infinite colors hurt her gentle eyes.
The breeze of summer’s sweetness blew through her door...
but it made her bones ache deep inside.
The scent of reverence and abundant love washed over her entire room.
It was something she lacked lately, and was afraid to face its view.
This ethereal, omnipresent presence had no name or solid form, and from this boundlessness entity she had been granted the gift to see the truth of life, and things our sight can not endure.
This transcendental being of compassion, felt her pain from light years away.
It came to ...
Her smile was as bright as sunshine, her laughter...
Her sense of humor was a girlfriend’s best friend, and she was one of the greatest.
The hardest part is your absence, even though your pain is gone.
I wish you were in our lives much longer, but God called to take you home.
Now you’re with the angels,
Now you have your wings.
And when I miss you dearly
I will find your spirit within the changing of the seasons...
Within the ebb and flow of the oceans.
Within the droplets of morning dew.
Within the aroma of every flower.
Within all the memories of you.
I know we have to say goodbye, but I’d rather we say...
We’ll see each other soon.
But for now I’...
It’s a Once Upon a Lover’s Kiss,
A scent molasses thick.
Bottles scattered on the ground, words covered with India ink.
As shattered vials piled up...
Fluid almost three feet thick...
She tried her best to recall
to add next,
but when she added one more
eye of newt, a green puff of smoke had made her ill.
She tried to brew a true love spell, but sadly it had failed.
Pale faced and tired, the kitchen witch deeply sighed, and reluctantly applied the label “poison.” with a tear in her eye.
She packed her bag, and grabbed her broom , but before she flew away, she looked back and thought...
Tomorrow’s another day.
His words taste like candy.
His ideas massage my brain.
they take my breath away.”
“The sky turned darker and darker as she walked towards the beach. This can’t be a good sign she thought to herself”...
Ocean mist coated her hair,
Toes, eventually, sank into sand,
With her medallion clutched in hand...
Her blue cloak’s fringe
coated in loam...
out in the distant, deep blue...
a massive, devilish,
From the depths of a thousand leagues...
Too immensely deep to see.
The Battle had begun...
She extended her cupped hand,
A fiery medallion cradled within,
A Sea froze in time...
When her jaw opened wide...
veins in her neck bulged, and pulsed with the tides...
Screamed words inaudible to human ears and mind.
As night rose to dawn, she bowed her head in re...
“For the longest time the cat was locked up in a cage. Never to move freely. Until she came along with her big eyes, kind heart and loving arms.”
She was born on the Fourth of July, 1971, because of her birth month and date, she’s known as “Hanabiko” “Fire works child.”
They named her Koko, a gorilla born in California at the San Diego Zoo. Koko was best known for her 1000 word sign language vocabulary and her love for cats.
In July of 1984, Koko asked for a cat for Christmas. A stuffed animal wasn’t good enough and she kept signing , “sad.” Her caregivers eventually allowed her to adopt a cat.
One caged animal loved another, and she named him "All Ball". Koko passed away this year, ...
Miguel de Cervantes said,
“Let us forget and forgive injuries.”
But I find myself forgiving, and remembering.
Remembering, but not to hold a grudge or wait to use the past as way to feel you’re already winning an argument.
I used it to remember why I tried my best to understand people, and forgive them.
Not only for the way I perceived them as hurting me, but also as a way to see the things about myself I don’t like.
Spend a few moments around someone who has the complete opposite moral compass you’re guided by, and admit to finding something in common.
It’s in those moments when the gateway of forgiveness swings both ways.
It might seem easier to forgive someone else before yo...
Brain & heart
In the middle of the night
a brain and heart were contemplating,
about thoughts, feelings and things in dreams.
The brain said to the heart,
“Why do you get credit for the loving sensations...
I send to your human’s chest during all their decision making?”
The heart replied,
“Because the heart feels the love you produce best...
If it wasn’t for me...you’d be all logic and loveless...
Plus, I pump blood from me to you.”
The brain said,
“But that’s what I tell you to do.”
They argued deep into the night over who was right.
Then they came to an agreement, and everything changed.
The brain said,
“In many ways we’re one and the same...
“I’m the mind and your ...
Indelible: To my dying friend
Remember when we met in high school? It’s been a long time since we first became friends.
Remember all our,
“Girls Only” Christmas parties, and laughing till our sides hurt?...
Of course you do...
I’ll never forget the time you were out celebrating your sister’s birthday.
If it wasn’t for you that night I would have never met my, eventual, husband.
I love you Mo, and it pains me to know you’re terminally ill.
It hurts to know how much pain you’re experiencing.
It aches to know you’re so young, and it’s not fair you might not be here in a month.
We’ve been blessed to have such beautiful, intelligent talented, and compassion ladies as friends ...
The rose fell on the floor as her hands were drained of the last remaining energy she had left,
Love was no longer in her heart, and not in her head.
It was found within the depths of her soul, an untapped source of strength...
Which grabbed a hold of her body as she moved with sublime grace.
She practiced every day, with bloodied toes, and aching body...
When her performance ended, she gave
her final bow, but when the curtains closed, she dropped that rose, and crumpled
to the ground...
And in that blissful moment, almost out of breath, chest heaving up and down...
Her hard work was not in vain, when she heard the roaring of the crowd.
The Birth of a Book
I don’t want to be meme.
I don’t want to be a quote.
I want to be more than a paragraph, and more than a note.
Not as big as War and Peace, maybe quarter size of it will do.
Read me from the beginning and I’ll lead you through...
till the end we’ll meet again, you’ll want to read me twice.
Let your attention span expand, and I promise I won’t disappoint.
I fell in love with Lettrs in the spring of 2016.
I believed with all my heart I could be helpful, and become a part of the Lettrs team.
I was searching for a bit of meaning, after cancer drained my life.
I didn’t know I was only volunteering...I thought it would become a job.
Cancer wasn’t my first illness...Depression and anxiety, it came first.
So when my sister sent me a link to Lettrs, it became my saving grace, and then it turned into a curse.
I enjoyed every minute with Lettrs, but then heartache had sank in...
Over what I thought I could achieve, and the compassion I could bring...
to the table of Lettrs, but
I am no one special...
You probably don’t remembe...
He wanted me to meditate in the morning on being born, in the afternoon on being middle aged and before bed, meditate on my death.
Many years earlier, I received a book from my sister and its central theme was meditation. After this book, I read many more on the topic and discovered Buddhism.
Eventually, I focused on learning Tibetan Buddhism but, quickly realized I needed a mentor and it took many years to find one.
Three years ago my search ended and my journey began. My mentor's name is Lama Zopa Borodin. I was reading an array of related books over the past 15+ years and some were extremely complicated to understand.
Three years ago, after a few months of learning about the Dharm...