Normally I don't know that I will share songs in such rapid succession but with this song and on this day I will make an exception. As 2017 closes and we wait eagerly for 2018 and all it's promise, think on those things that are negative and unhealthy, every critical thought you've had or that... Continue Reading →
The Sound of My Day: “We Live”
When I was very maybe 3 years old I remember my older brother being a part of a performance at church where they sang a song the message from which struck me then to the degree that the chorus still floats around in my noggin at times called "Input Output" (by Gary McSpadden and Kathie... Continue Reading →
Silence
Silence, both most loved And most dreaded of all things; Speak up, please, but silently; Give me what I need to hear, I'll rest in quiet. Tanka poetry is similar to haiku (5-7-5) except that it is longer (5-7-7-7-5). I find being limited syllabically forces my oft too verbose self to focus on which... Continue Reading →
White Christmas
I sat down this afternoon to watch my all time favorite movie: Irving Berlin's White Christmas. I remember writing to the local TV station when I was perhaps 4 to ask them to air it at Christmas and looking at it today I'm struck by how much everything about this movie influenced who I became... Continue Reading →
Struggles of the Stumplife
This is me last night at the C___ M___ Zoo (located on a mountainside) where I went with some friends to enjoy 50 acres of twinkle lights and holiday cheer. Loose fitting beret, Mackintosh tartan scarf, vintage belted wool tweed jacket (because the belt keeps the jacket from falling onto the wheels, because the length... Continue Reading →
Liebster Award: Times Three
As I was pouring through the thousands of emails I've recieved in the last month that were redirected to the social tab of my inbox that I hadn't yet had a chance to read and respond to ~ which I'm sure you will agree is a remarkable number of emails especially for an unemployed, disabled... Continue Reading →
Gwenism #1
Every time I hitch my wagon to a maybe I get kicked in the face by an ass.~First uttered by Me, some time ago, 2008 or 2009 or 2010... somewhere back there I don't recall when this ism first escaped my lips but I can tell you that it comes back to me on occasion... Continue Reading →
Flyin’ Solo
Last weekend I did something I have been afraid to do since becoming an amputee and joining the wheeled warriors of the world: I wheeled my ass into a huge crowd of ablebodied people who were neither expecting to see a person in a wheelchair nor mentally and socially prepared to deal with one. I... Continue Reading →
The old broken house with the tree growing through it
(Capel Manor Gardens, Enfield, England; photo credit: Christine Matthews) The old broken house With the tree growing through it Had an old oak wood floor And a roof with a split That let in the moonlight, The sunlight, and starshine, That perfectly highlighted A tree and it's outline. The windows were shattered, The curtains hung... Continue Reading →
Ode to My Beard
Oh beard You do not know you're a beard You think you're a face and a normal chin But you're not You're a twatwaffle And the convenient cover Making sure I get what I need Bless your little heart You beard . . . . . . Inspired by Linsey and her brilliant insights into,... Continue Reading →
the kintsukuroi life 