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Hidden, practicing cogitation
Hidden in the fog, warm sun shining through, the city by the bay lingers in the fog. I’m practicing cogitation: the act of thinking deeply…
What’s hidden behind the clouds is still there. What’s behind our faces, our actions and our words is sometimes hidden as well. There is silence out there, reaching out into the water. You can listen to what it has to say by just being in it.
Reminds me of a writer I see often
We are who we are
Mom & Dad, do you hear me? I know you do. You visit me as birds, usually whenever I’m hiking. You’re identical, like twins, yet are distinguished and separated from each other on respective branches. I like to see you separate—rather than entwined—so that I can speak to each of you as separate identities.
When I was growing up through to a year or so before you died, you were a hybrid person together as one. It was hard for me to distinguish the feelings I was having about the loss of each of you.
I finally published my book
I finally published my book. Fifteen years in the making. I needed to emotionally distance myself from the content before publishing.
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My Secret Innuendo: In the Tiniest House of Time is a collection of poems and creative expression written during the most raw years of a woman’s life, finally given room to breathe after more than a decade has passed. One angle is a woman speaking to the animus, the inner masculine of Jungian psychology; in another she is speaking to her higher power. Who is listening in any given poem is left open. The title itself is a quiet metaphor: words and memories stored within a house in the mind, timeless yet suggestive and evocative. If you've ever needed permission to feel everything at once—and read or write about it—this book is for you.
Feeling broken: Do you ever wonder how you'll make it through the day?
Feeling broken? Too much chaos? Too many obligations that stifle who you are? Do you ever wonder how you'll make it through the day?
A stairway to a train to the top: My destiny
There is a stairway. I climbed it last night. In my dream. I knew these stairs led to the train to the top. I got to these stairs by a train moving effortlessly on a waterway. I wanted to call someone to explain how easy it was to travel across water.
Embracing illness: Holistic healing process
I am happy for the miracles that occur in healing sometimes. Surreal, yet not. For instance, it is known in some cancer patients with x months left to live—as deemed by their doctors—that to embrace their illness by leading a life full of bliss for the last months of life is to allow cancers go into remission.
What I said is not what I mean
This bridge encapsulates a journey into the unknown somehow. To walk out onto this bridge into the fog along a treacherous cliff along old cobblestone seems precarious to say the least. Yet, it draws me in. If I were faced with this bridge in this moment, I would surely put one step in front of the other and venture out onto it.
Are you able to think outside the box?
It's easy to have a grand plan for everything you do in life, along with trying to plot and control the outcome. Although it's important to advocate for yourself and your own destiny, sometimes it's better to let life just happen.
Do you wear a mask to be a mystery?
With Halloween around the corner, I am reminded of masks. I'm not thinking of costumes though, but of the idea underneath. It is during these masquerade parties that we can play with the idea of hiding our identity and being another side of our psyche.