At peace On the cold concrete In a fetal curl A grime stiffened hoodie eliminating his face He slept. A slight detour to pass and overtake,
The Obstacle
Be at Peace?
I once had a friend tell me about the death of a mutual acquaintance. She shared the story of how the woman went on a trip to Europe. Quite unexpectedly, while on the trip, she died. My friend then added this post script, the piece of the story that I would never forget...
Playlist Guaranteed to Boost Resiliency
Knocked down hard? Songs and inspiration to help you get back up.
A Dream Job? Getting Paid in Meaning
So many times we think of our dream job as something we love doing that we got paid well to do. Having had the interesting jobs of being twenty, thirty, forty, fifty and now sixty, I have a different perspective. I can see that dreams, if they do come true, don't always end up what you thought they would be. And that jobs don't always mean getting paid.
Strength Training for Relationships: Eval Weekends
Every three months, my boyfriend, aka Grey HingePin, and I devote a full weekend to each other and to our relationship; we focus entirely on ways to know each other better; how can we get to the next level of loving each other? We examine our own lives and our lives together from every angle with courage. How can we find issues and head off resentments?
The Calling
Reluctantly, I agreed to attend a session purported to help you build the next phase of your life. As a happy stay-at-home mom, I knew I should consider where I would venture to after I exited Momsville, what would I do then? It would be a good idea to have a few ideas in mind, especially ideas that I could monetize.
The Glass is Not Half Full, It is Overflowing
Sometimes you meet someone and they say a small thing that, over time, has a resounding impact on your life, a little thought-seed that keeps growing roots and branches, a tiny morsel of wisdom you were not expecting to receive.
Maybe even
Young and Old, Over a Cold One
I recently came across a journal I kept my freshman year of college for my second semester English class. Later that evening, I flipped open the journal. Two hours later, I closed the notebook. How many people get to re-meet their younger self? There, in those pages, Young Orange Doorhinge shared her arch observations...
Blocked? Hacked? Discouraged? Yep
Just have not been able to write. [Blocked] Of course, priorities and time commitments. [Hacked] But I know the block springs from my writing partner’s criticism.
[Discouraged]. Writer's block strikes a blow. Do I strike back?
Writing? It’s a Joke
Writing is a discipline for me, like running. Like those who feel a runner's high, I can find a peaceful flow focusing the words in my head to form a sentence in black Times New Roman with metaphors marching in formation or laying around at ease. Mistakes begetting experience, experience begetting skill, skill giving way to unconsciousness...
Orange Door Hinge 