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Mabel Was A Real Swinger

happens to the best of us

Reading My Scars

scars…..

we all have them.

physical…

mental…

imagined…

they're like bread crumbs
dropped along the path of life
...giving you a map back to the
beginning like written memories.

with the passing of another birthday
i sit in quiet contemplation…
...reading my scars
...like words on a
page.

bella grace

bella grace…

one of my favorite magazines

a delicious read

i'm happy to say…

i've been published!

thank you

bella grace

Standing to Applaud Lucy Hilmer

vulnerability….scary stuff

why is it that we would chew our own foot off rather

than expose ourselves to others?

this was especially the case in my younger

years although as i age it becomes less of an issue…

(which is kinda scary considering a glimpse of my younger

 self was way easier on the eye). 

i think for women body image is one of our greatest 

vulnerabilities so when i came across photographer

Lucy Hilmers series of selfies taken each year on

her birthday…dressed in only her underpants..socks..

and shoes…i wanted to stand and applaud!

she began taking her pictures on her twenty ninth

birthday and continues today at the age of sixty nine.

she did admit that she kept them to herself until

recently but is now publishing a book of the series.

at an age when society tells us we should just fade

into the background Lucy Hilmer has the courage to

shout…

look at me….

i'm still here…

i matter…

i am enough...

We'll All Become Stories…..

today finds me beginning my 61st year.

my inner child looks out the portals of this faithful old body…

filled with the battle scars of life (physical and mental) and

tries to reconcile the inside with the out. how is it that we

have a Peter Pan spirit while our physical body breaks

 down with the living of life.

i spent the day quietly…listening to soft voices whispering the

stories of my past ….sensing somehow that the best

is yet to come with the turning of this new blank page…my pencil

is sharpened…poised to scratch out the rest of the story.

in the end…we'll all become stories…..

these old bones.......

we've had unusually cold weather for this time of the year.....already down into the teens at night....and the wind....it'll sure put some pep into your step. as i stepped out into the garden to check on my bird feeder i could hear my cat purring....it took me a minute to figure out where he was....hidden in the vinca.... in a patch of sunlight.
he didn't feel it was necessary to get up and greet me....as he usually does. i guess his old bones are feeling like mine in this frigid weather. we're both moving kinda slow.........

on becoming real....

"it doesn't happen all at once…

it takes a long time….

by the time you are Real…

most of your hair has been loved off…

and your eyes drop out…

and you get loose in your joints…

and very shabby….

but these things don't matter at all…

because once you are Real…

you can't be ugly…

except to people who don't understand."

~ the velveteen rabbit

the older i get....the more i find comfort in becoming

.......REAL

my life