About this time six years ago, I had a peculiar, eerie dream that shook me to the core. There was no clear message, no strange to story to recount, but the imagery was so strong I looked it up in a book on the meaning of dreams. There were four elements to the dream, and I’m not clear on all of them anymore, but … Read More Tales of Wolves
In July 1999, while in New York for my brother’s wedding, my aunt & I stopped to shop in the World Trade Center. She pushed for the $20 elevator ride to the top, but I balked. “I’m scared of heights,” I admitted. “I mean, it’s not like I think I’m going to fall off the building if we go up there, but I’d be too … Read More On the Balance, Fear is an Equal Weight
In my last apartment, I longed for a second bedroom, an office and sewing room, with some space set aside for storage. Now I have just that, and I’m hardly using it. My living room has the perfect corner for one of my desks, so my laptop sits here most of the time. Downstairs (my new townhome is built on the side of a … Read More The Perfect Time, the Perfect Space
You have your goals, you have your dreams, you are even taking steps to achieve them. Yet due to circumstances beyond your control, whatever they may be, you are currently in limbo. Someone or something else has power in your life right now, and you cannot move forward in the way you wish because of it. What do you do when your dreams have … Read More Now Let Us All Limbo!
“It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up.” — Babe Ruth It isn’t always easy to keep going in the face of adversity, and there are times when you do need to acknowledge failure. Not that doing so means you give up, mind you. Sometimes all that’s required is a fresh view or approach, or a more detailed understanding of what’s required … Read More High Hopes and Hard Work
I could use a little disruption in my life to change my focus, if only for a moment. Enough of a spark to take my mind off of that which usually occupies my thinking. It might open me up to a refreshing change in my life. It’s scary, and exciting, to think we could work to make our dreams come true. Scary, because we … Read More That First Magic Step
I love to write, or I wouldn’t be blogging. In fact, that’s part of why I started blogging, this incessant need to write. I had a journal, but that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t doing quite what I needed it to do. I wrote on my computer about various and sundry things, but those stories would sit on my hard drive and languish there. Until … Read More Writing, No, Dreaming Without Limits