Insomnia. Again! It’s so bad that I’m trying to keep my brain cells from turning to jello. I hope I’m doing the right thing by sharing a reply to my blog post “Thyroid Annoyed.”http://rantingalong.wordpress.com/2014/07/17/thyroid-annoyed/ I’m reaching out to all of us who spend 3 am wishing we were asleep instead of staring at a … Continue reading
I want to read poetry that makes sense. I want to see countryside in focus. I want to love more humans and be loved. I want to travel the world unassisted. I want enough life left to finish my books. I want…and want…and want for I have all that I need.
This is my post on the Nudge-Wink report. Please visit it to experience an anxiety attack. And, yes. It’s okay to laugh with me. http://nudgewinkreport.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/so-this-is-your-brain-on-anxiety
Love lies at your feet, . the groundwork of friendship builds . foundations of trust.
Insomnia. What a beautiful word for a virulent monster creeping into that place between wake and sleep to form a barrier so strong nothing penetrates. Take a pill. Meditate. Stay awake until you pass out, unconscious through the night without rest, begging for a morning refreshed, relaxed. Insomnia catnaps the day away, waiting for the … Continue reading
Creativity isn’t factory work assembly. The words come, the words go. No particular flow. No way to predict when it’s going to happen. . Rivers run wild, wordflowers blossom. Droughts are a killer burning the whole. The in-between mainstream? Some call it life. . Creativity isn’t consistent. Inspiration isn’t routine. No apology necessary, no explanation … Continue reading