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I’LL NEVER FIND ANOTHER YOU

My insight about my friendship was that it was a path I traveled on to maturity. Just like romantic love, I went from a fantasized notion about a relationship to a real one. This one ended with death, however, I can celebrate everything that I learned from the experience. When we progress from fantasy love to adult love, we become so much deeper. I know I am flawed and human. Cheryl was also an “imperfect human,” and I love her deeply as I remember her. She may be dead, but she is inside my heart and in my songs. Continue reading

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MY LYRICS SOAR, WHILE MY HEART EXPLODES

As I was singing last night, the joy of accessing my “heart’s pipeline” was sensational.
Writing therapy is “typing at a snail’s pace,” whereas with singing, my lyrics soar while my heart explodes!
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IN SIGHT OF MY JOURNEY

Life holds possibilities again for me. Before I was writing, feeling, and expressing, there was a plodding zombie-like existence that held no joy for me. I feel so much more hopeful. Now I am able to also appreciate much more around me. Continue reading

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THERE WAS HOPE FOR ME

I was the most “stuck” person, and the consummate caregiver. Honestly, I’ve been taking care of people for years and years. I’ve never expressed any of my feelings. I was appropriate, considerate, and I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders. When my parents lived with me, I was running on empty. For years, almost every single day after Jason died, I woke up wishing I never woke up again. Continue reading

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