Friday Morning Blues ~ A Poem
Blue chips. Blue cheese. Blue pastis à Paris. Blue peacocks and jays, screeching out their tunes just like me.
Blue chips. Blue cheese. Blue pastis à Paris. Blue peacocks and jays, screeching out their tunes just like me.
Recently I had the privilege and pleasure of facilitating an amazing group of women in a day retreat. My photographer husband, Bill Hughlett, and life coach, Amy Steindler and I offered Snapshot: Creating Vision in Your Life. It was a beautiful success. In our time together, we, as a group, combined writing prompts and photography with reflection and conversation.
As a young woman, I dreamed of going to Paris. Then I married, began a career, divorced, remarried and had children. Life did its thing of marching by through days, months, and years.
In the Northern Hemisphere, October 31st marks the Celtic version of New Year’s Eve — the beginning of Winter, and the thinnest veil between worlds. Whether or not you believe in ghosts or Halloween goblins, it is a potent time of year to explore the legacy passed onto us by our ancestors.
I'm letting go of fear of judgment and hours of agonizing and any of those other things, and I'm allowing this little piece to peek into the atmosphere. Today. Right now!