Journaling in the land of Winged for Friday, March 14, 2008

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Friday, March 14, 2008

A Single mother's song of loss...

This is a picture of my granddaughter, Siara. She is five. She is a carbon copy of her mom when she was five. I miss that little girl all grown up now. I miss many who were in my life at one time or another, who disappeared into a world without me. Time passes so fast and we all change so much.... Sign in to see full entry.

The work we give ourselves over to...with heart, soul, mind and body...

The work we do, New beginnings…of any kind of artful endeavor or new job is always such an awkward time. We must first shake off boredom, despair and/or fear, reminding ourselves the blaze of promise comes with sweat and zeal. We always have two choices – to do or not to do. We can sit like a gunny... Sign in to see full entry.

Writing my life...excerpt from my book...

Going along with the theory that “to be human is to have a story to tell”…In my fifties, I awkwardly began the arduous task of expelling my pent up ooze into a serviceable form for you. I am not a doctor or teacher. I am merely a woman who has learned over the last years, giving is better than... Sign in to see full entry.

A life remembered...Our family's hands...what we have in common...

I am to be a wound-tight neurotic dreamer, depressed one day and striving to produce the next, with not quite 20/20 vision, sensitive ears and noisy fingers and mouth. Since I was a little girl, I’ve been on a kind of mental metamorphosis contemplating how each generation was supposedly built on the... Sign in to see full entry.

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