Butterflies have always symbolized something beautiful to humanity throughout history and culture. The metamorphosis that moths and butterflies undergo has seemed to be one of the most magical and mysterious things witnessed in nature. What looks like a small worm, a caterpillar that may crawl along a twig or leaf or that may crawl through … Continue reading Butterfly Kiss
The other day I started and actually almost finished a post saying farewell to WordPress. I have had a difficult time finding the words to say what I think and feel recently, that much has been obvious by my writing habits of late, but more than that, I was feeling unsafe and uncertain. I am … Continue reading It Was Almost The End…
I think perhaps it is apropos tonight’s post be one that is striking a marked transition between past and future, old and new. After the writing frenzy I had in 2017 and the steady pace I mostly kept up in 2018 that, for most of 2019 I pretty much dropped off the face of the … Continue reading Goodbye 2019: Ending with Intention
I’ve decided I shall be getting a far too short gold dress with fringe to wear simply for the sake of walking into a holiday party as a talking leg lamp. There’s got to be a market for that kind of absurdity, right? Seriously, I need a party between now and the New Year… Continue reading Leg Lamp for Hire?
He had tinkered away at the problems before him aimlessly and without effect for ages. Nothing he’d done could mend what was broken because what was broken was not the thing itself, but rather the components. No matter how much energy was put into the project, the only sparks that flew anymore were dangerous ones. … Continue reading Tinker
She had the most deep seated antipathy for the kind of person whose entitlement and self-serving attitude would willing dismiss or use others without any regard or remorse… Like HER. ⁂ Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt Use the word “antipathy” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 30 words. Continue reading Antipathy
This is me 10 years ago. Yesterday was 2.5 years since that left foot was cut off along with that ankle and part of my calf. When I saw this picture, I cried an honest to goodness cry about it, too, for probably the first time ever. It was the kind where you could swear … Continue reading What A Decade of Loss Taught Me