Swinging, Savoring, Remembering

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Token of Affection

It was a *gorgeous,* sunny morning today and, knowing this beautiful time of year is so short, I was taking more photos of the Four Sisters. It brought a very big grin to see this little token of their affection softly drift down and land on my windshield. 

So, of course I brought their thoughtful gift in with me to work. 

❤️

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WOYH :: Small Scrapes and Bruises

This is my third time to take Kira Elliott's Writing to Open Your Heart workshop and I'm *really* enjoying the writing, companionship, and Kira's gentle way of helping to put the writers at ease and providing a safe container for us.  

I wanted to share my favorite piece that came out of last night's writing prompts.

From Memory or Imagination, write about Small Scrapes and Bruises

She’d had a lot done and so she was used to the big scars on her body… well, mostly. These new ones were so small she wasn’t really even sure they should count. Still, the hairline red scrapes and purple-yellowish bruises weren’t going away and it had been 6 weeks since she fell.

Sipping her almost-too hot chamomile tea, she sunk a little deeper into her deep blue tweed covered rocker recliner. This morning ritual of hers was one of the deep pleasures in her life. Setting her cheerful hand-painted mug with the bright red poppies down, she leaned back, closed her eyes and started to rock. It brought a soft smile to her face to hear the old familiar creak as the chair, which used to be her father’s, soothingly rocked back and forth. Almost without thinking about it, she gently rubbed the fingers of her left hand over the still tender places on her right forearm.

Taking a deep breath, she welcomed a moment to savor the calming effect of her quiet time before her busy day started. While it wasn’t easy at first, with time, practice, and patience, she had gotten quite good at letting everything that was tugging at her be while she relished these few precious minutes. Grinning to herself, she was actually proud of how some days? It had become a game, this letting things be just as they are. What was it her mama used to always say to her? “Girl, this ain’t brain surgery. You can let loose of that one!”

As they always did, thoughts of her mother brought a whole basket of bittersweet memories to her heart. Gracious, she missed her mama! Had it really been almost 19 years ago that she died from liver cancer? Some days it felt like it all happened yesterday.

Taking a peek at the clock, she realized she only had five more minutes. Well, unless she skipped her morning shower, as she often did. Weighing the day ahead and the refreshment she was gaining by just rocking and being, she decided to sit for another 15 minutes.  But after that she knew that she absolutely had to get up and get started on the rest of her day. 

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Fast Falls the Eventide

6:21 p.m.

7:06 p.m.

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Week 8 :: Beginning to Let Go

And so Little Sister's releasing begins. 

(It feels holy somehow 

to continue to stay with her 

thru this process as well)

 ❤️

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Fall Beauty

 

It was still rainy and gray this morning.

Making the 4 Sisters breathtakingly beautiful.

I am especially partial to the Northern Sister, Michael right now.

It's hard to tell but the base of her trunk is gorgeous. 

A close up of her.

(I know you can't really tell so I'll keep trying)

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Blackout Poetry

I tried Blackout Poetry with some friends and this one was my fave:

Invade

Take over senses

Free and open 

emotion to understanding 

Twister weather

Teaching tricks

Showcasing 

Wishes to learn

Their own makeup 

...

I so enjoyed this!! 

But can I just say that all 3 of my pieces still *reek* of sharpies? So much so that I still have to keep them at an arm's length distance (at least). 

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