Not Us or Them, but rather WE

Brain fog, like pollution, slows my mind. I am here now. Trying to breathe and remember. Saying a prayer, offering a blessing of thanks and gratitude. I know that we citizens of the world are one, not us or them. I wish my beloved United States could focus on what unites rather than divides. I’ve developed a practice of sending love and light into the places where I know not how to do anything else. Houston with its flooding and hurricane. India with its poverty and pollution. A beggar who I’m hesitant to approach. America and her divided status. Love and light. Both/And. Not us or them, but rather We.

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Silence is not an option

Wordsmith that I am, I have no words and saying nothing is not an option. Thoughts and scenes roll through my mind and heart as I witness the vitriol that’s being spewed in the United States right now. I’ve hidden behind my sensitive nature (too much news and/or violence send me into a tailspin). I’ve hoped that sending love and light into the world will be enough. It is a beautiful sentiment and act, and it is silent. Silence is no longer an option for me, so today I share my bumbling way through this charged topic.

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Melancholy: an important color of writing

The cawing crows know the truth that lies beneath and speak it aloud with their foul-mouthed calls. The wasps that gnaw on my back porch whisper about more hidden details waiting to be uncovered.

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The Road Less Traveled: My Take

A border is an imaginary line, permeable, flexible, sometimes rigid. It is an illusion like the force field surrounding the Amazonian island in the movie Wonder Woman. It is a force, yes… but it can be broken and crossed, just like the path to the road less taken.

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Anxious B's Careen Down Eternity: #whyiwrite

I am a writer. It’s who I am and what I be. However, it’s not always what I do. Sometimes writing looks a lot like cleaning out closets, strolling around my neighborhood, or perusing photos I’ve taken. What stops you from moving forward in your life? Are you careening toward freedom or stuck in your own tracks?

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