Tag Archives: remembering

A Small Spark

Posted on May 9, 2020 by 1sojournal

She remembers finding, long ago, that small spark within. How she learned to breathe slowly, to feed it. How it grew to become light and warmth that filled her. And best of all, how others were drawn to it, to … Continue reading →

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In Way of Remembering

Posted on June 9, 2019 by 1sojournal

Posted at The Sunday Whirl https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ Words: vulnerable, struggle, talk, soul, exist, way, stories, magic, courage, messy, lean, mantra In Way of Remembering Struggle with reality of being old and vulnerable. Have long talks with my soul and together we … Continue reading →

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Discovering Me

Posted on April 11, 2019 by 1sojournal

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 11 Discovering Me Gotta wonder about people who say they don’t own even one ounce of creative energy. Fail to see that waking each day, taking a breath, then exhaling it, is very essence of creating … Continue reading →

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From Mizfit’s Mouth To Your Ear

Posted on May 12, 2013 by 1sojournal

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle # 108 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ From Misfit’s Mouth To Your Ear Ole Frank, down at the feed store, always did know the score. Knew I never wanted to be just another drone harvesting a passel of kids … Continue reading →

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Glimpse of Awareness

Posted on March 25, 2009 by 1sojournal

Glimpse of Awareness Do you ever remember that night? The bonfire, how we lay flat on our backs, in soft grass, to catch glimpses of predicted shooting stars? For comfort, I rested my head near the curve of your hip, … Continue reading →

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Looking Back

Posted on January 15, 2009 by 1sojournal

Writer’s Island prompt #15 “if I could change one thing”   I want to tell you everything: how it feels when you finally realize that you can’t go back, can’t undo anything. Can’t unravel skein wound soft but tight upon itself. Can’t … Continue reading →

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