WARNING… Dear Readers, as stated in the last post…I appreciate your empathic eyes, your compassionate hearts, and your thoughtful comments both here and those received via email. Warning: violence ahead Take good care and tend to yourself. Do not read this excerpt if you are subject to PTSD. Do not...
You Made Your Bed
The story now takes a turn becoming more of a challenge. I include a warning at the close of this post. My seventy-one-year-old current self steps back allowing this story to be written. The nineteen-year-old self has waited for a very long time to tell of her experience. ...
Dark at the End of the Tunnel
Thank you for being here. I’m allowing my inner nineteen-year-old to share her experience. She has been frozen in time. I could have stopped these posts a few weeks ago. In the midst of the pandemic of COVID-19 virus circumnavigating the globe I can hear myself say, ‘Don’t we...
Not Ready for the Real World
Every act rewards itself, or in other words, integrates itself, in a twofold manner; first in the thing, or in real nature; and secondly in the circumstance, or in apparent nature. Men call the circumstance the retribution. Compensation | Ralph Waldo Emerson The world ‘out there’ is...
Purple Haze
I’m stepping back and letting my long-ignored nineteen-year-old Younger Self speak to her experience. Thank you for being here and bearing witness. I know that your life is odd and unusual right now. Writing this story is an interesting experiment in trust. I can see more clearly, with our...
A Bad Dream
In this series of posts, I’m stepping aside so that the nineteen-year-old Younger Self can freely speak to her experience in 1968. Even with our world moving through the Covid-19 crisis that currently confronts us I will continue to allow this Young One to share her story. Her story...
The Boys in the Band
The seventy-one-year-old self is stepping aside during this portion of the blog posts while my nineteen-year-old Younger Self comes forward to share her long-secret/hidden story … She surfaced last year during my recovery from a traumatic injury. The last several posts have circled around to meet her in 1968,...
The Root of the Matter
I’m mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. The last several posts have curved beyond the experience of last year circling around to meet another time and place. Shortly after the injury, facing a long recovery period, I became aware that my inner nineteen-year-old had an experience...
Bad. Wrong. A Burden.
I’m currently mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. I now share this experience, through the eyes of my nineteen-year-old. Why? Because she has been communicating with me and needs to hear her own voice. She has a report to give. She is not a victim and...
The Zig and the Zag
I’m mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. I address my fear as well as the creative opportunities that made themselves known as healing unfolds. I didn’t know the levels and layers that my 70-year-self would need to attend to. I share this healing experience with the...