On the Road Past 50: My internal zephyr… from fluttery wisps to whirlwind tempests
This post was accidently published as private initially Carving out time to write is about giving up something. Relaxation time, television, working out, reading, coffee chill time, social media catch-up, sleep, etc. It’s a choice I’ve been making for the past 117 days. Different every day. I have not been keeping track. It’s a pretty […]
Read MoreOnly a few days ago a chapter that has been swirling in my head for years simply flowed out of me. The past few days have been a brick wall of nothing. I would like to be able to tap that mental wall with an internal wand as if I am a wizard in the […]
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Today was filled with rough currents and troubled waters.
The kind of storms that make you want to turn around or head to shore. […]
Read Morehat photo yesterday sparked memories to pour forth with an unexpected ease. As if the words truly had been incubating for 30 years in the deep recesses of my subconscious.
Read MoreI know that there is a rich history of writers whose prose was fueled by drink. Me? One margarita and my eyes can barely focus properly to type this sentence. . .and I had to reread and edit that twice because it did not make sense at first. Could they do it because they wrote […]
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I write and I write and I write | Your pages don’t turn but I fill them nonetheless | With words that I hear first in my mind and then flow onto the page that is not paper […]
Read MoreI’ve been writing quite a bit of poetry and/or short pieces about the dogs of late. Not to mention the occasional dual dog and poem post. I believe the reason for this lies bundled inside my exhaustion. I have been burning the candle on both ends for weeks now. . . loads of things going […]
Read MoreThere is nothing like the feeling of coming home […]
Read MoreTime and Pace One day rolling into the next without notice Late nights and early mornings making it hard to remember Is it Monday or Sunday? Wednesday or Thursday? In rooms without windows, it is a challenge keeping track of sunrise and sunset My phone tells me it is the next day Yet I am […]
Read MorePerspective is an odd duck. 100 days seemed so far off on Day 1. Emotionally 365 Days seems closer to now then 100 seemed from Day 1. Time and effort is relative. […]
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Randi S. Sumner 