I have read more blogs in the last three years far more than I have written. I agree with everything you’ve said in this post. I get more out of what you have to say about blogging than if I typed the word into my search engine. Thank you, for all you do!
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Leaning into the Lyre–On the Occasion that You Need Hope
A, I know this post is a few days old. I still want to share. Maybe, someday. I will be able to link to you, exactly what kind of clarity you gave me in my own life. I recommend to people, reading her links she has also laid out for us. In the words of Victo in a previous comment. “You put together some of the most beautiful post” Thank you, again!
Dear Lily June,
I’ve probably said this to you before, but one major part of being a writer is being a collector. It’s both crazy-making and healing: Every image I’ve seen is seared into my brain, every passage I’ve read has been packed tightly in the chaotic library shelves of my mind.
Having a mental illness that causes me to organize, list, store, and obsess usually aids me creatively. But how does having a creative habit that causes me to hoard, compare, ruminate and obsess affect me mentally? That cuts both ways, sometimes driving me into despair, other times giving me hope that pain can always be channeled into poetry.
When you can’t let things go, you can’t let them go. Every pain I experience, read or write is an echo. It’s a steel-winged irony.
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Still, I know that dwelling too deeply–diving down into the same waters that, at points like this, threaten to drown me–isn’t…
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Toilet Stall Wisdom
Raphi, thanks for sharing such great graffiti, your blog always reminds me of the good in the world!
These were discovered in a toilet stall at a young people’s theatre. The writings really spoke to me, and I had to photograph them. I wonder where these kids are now; whether they are still performing? I hope that they all have grand lives and I thank them for their ponderings.
‘Acting isn’t about putting masks on-But taking them off.’ Indeed, young sage.
The Oldsmobile
Being lean in age and money my dad bought a car to get him from “Point A to Point B”
The olds did just this for my dad
Today it holds a bittersweet memory
The car was a lighter brown and long like the long hours my dad worked to support his family on his own
There were four doors only three worked
The driver side door would not open a reminder of being the family of three we were
The driver side mirror was shattered spider webbed out where you could see my dads broken reflection
Symbolic to all the years he drove around single with a broken heart
The passage side door we all climbed in
Was heavy like the love that my brother and I carry for our hero of a dad
The brownish red interior of the car hung low
like the low times we…
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Guiding light..
Lovely reminder, Raspberry. Thank you.
When the day seems like night..
.. or when the darkest night never seem to end.
The darkest night will end.. The storms will pass.
.. May we find our guiding light to lead us in our challenges.
May we also find courage, optimism and patience, as we await daybreak to come.
A Mother Reaching Out
Fairytale
Monster Meet and Greet Mash
Thank you for having the Monster Meet And Greet Mash and for letting me share a link. I mainly write what I feel about experience I have been through in life and what they have taught me. https://shellb27.wordpress.com/2015/09/24/foster-care/ Thanks again!
I was working
on my blog,
late one night
When my eyes
beheld
an eerie sight
For my post
from its slab,
began to rise
And suddenly
to my surprise
It did the mash,
it did the Monster Meet and Greet Mash!
A monster blogger mash, it was a graveyard smash!
It did the mash, it caught on in a flash…
It did the mash, it did the monster blog mash!
The zombies and bloggers were having fun,
The blog party had just begun…
The scene was rockin’, we were digging the shares,
Some were commenting, well, those who dared
So add your link and des-crypt-ion, girls and guys,
Then suddenly to your surprise…
You can mash, you can monster blogger mash!
While I often say the best part of blogging is ‘meeting’ other bloggers, readers, etc., it’s been too long since we hung together, so welcome to…
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My Six year Old
Has been into Pokemon cards. Don’t ask me what there all about because I have yet to figure it out? All I know is he loves to take them to his after school program and share them with other kids. He recently had them taken from him here at home because his listening skills have not been up to par. I gave them back to him a few nights ago and he’s been carrying them around like a kangaroo with her babies.
In the early morning hours around four last night. He climbed into bed with us, I barely opened my eye and there he was with his deck of cards resting right beside me. I was still in an unconscious state and was able to fall back to sleep. When I woke up around eight thirty this morning, I was lying on a bed of cards. It has been humid and sticky here lately so when I stood up a few cards fell off me and onto the floor. Barley awake I stumbled to the bathroom and sat down, a Pokemon card fell right out of my undies and into the toilet…
Asking for Help – Please Share and Help Me Find My Sister
My thoughts are with you
Life In My Tin Can 