A New Year to Give Thanks

Happy New Year, Dear Friends. Like the last two years, 2018 was another tough one for many of us. I haven’t said much about that for me and had fallen silent of late.  I guess that’s because I have a tendency to close off when I’m deeply troubled. Aren’t we supposed to stay positive, feign anything but the sadness and fear we might feel? NO. WE. ARE. NOT. I can’t afford to do that at all. Nor can I hold back my gratitude and love. For this reason, I’m giving thanks today. My gratitude for life is lodged in my…

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Grrrl Chillin

Grrrl Chilling Studio by J.A. Kauppinen

As I sit down to write this #MondayBlog today, I realize I am late. However, I won’t worry about that. I’m getting one in long before Tuesday, which makes me happy. Speaking of joy, I feel good today. Why am I happy, you ask? Especially when: There are 540 fires burning in my province and, even in Vancouver, the air quality is BC’s worst in history and the worst in the world. I am stuck indoors in hot temperatures (no air con) because I don’t want to risk endangering my health any more than it already is. I would love…

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Inner Critic: Consider Yourself Evicted

Out out, damned critic! Did you really think I would let this go on? Forever? You cracking your whip when you like, forcing me to dance like a puppet. You had to know. That I would not keep you around forever. That I would expel you as fast as humanly possible for me. Yes. It took me awhile but I got here. I had a load of crap to wade through but I am on to you now. Dissecting my every thought. Feeling. Action. Ready to pounce on me as a cat does a toy mouse. Making me writhe under…

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How Do You Change When You Are Writing? Part II

How do I change when I am writing? I become a person who knows with certainty that I am visible. My deeply rooted self-hatred takes a bit of a back seat when I witness myself. By word swapping, I force myself to see Terry as I would an undiscovered friend. Any lovable soul, scarred by betrayal (including by self), powerlessness, hurt, isolation and little hope. Unwittingly, I make friends with people who find some thread of commonality with me. Our worlds are often radically different but that does not stop us. Writers discover and thread themselves together in deep, lasting…

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Lean Into Me

As I stand small in my own forest, on the shaky feet of an infirm body, I close my eyes, pretending I am one of them. I hear the rustle of leaves, like a quiet shifting of papers on my desk, a pleasant sound to me. In that, I imagine they’re saying, “She’s okay, mate.” My body quakes but I still stand. My legs are like jelly. I wish for the power to maintain my balance, while I hear ‘Lean In’ whispered on the breeze. I do. Birds sing a familiar melody and I inhale deeply. I look around with…

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Hold On – A New Blog Post from My Story Our Story

  I cannot hold on to old humiliations. I cannot let them seep into present-day interactions with friends, colleagues or my spouse. When I write these thoughts and feelings, they startle me with their power. They frighten me by their power. I cower and writhe under scrutiny from their power. Sunday evening, I fell prey to that might. My defences were down. Stress and defeat had tired me out. Suddenly, I was hit by an onslaught of subconscious memories. The sting of a fresh welt. A creaking bed. Stepfather grating my nerves raw. Laughing. My cheeks flushing hotly over an…

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Cafe Paranoia – Terry Gibson

What do you want? What is it you want? As your amethyst eyes Slither over my face Paw my neckline Denting my nonchalance My demeanour so cool – You’d swear I drank milk. What do you want? What is it you want? Do you assume me Your answer, so easily? Nanny, lost sister, Your ‘other half’ gone missing So vital but unnoticed Till you’re about forty-three. What do you want? I must know what you want! As you approach me with gall, Crossing unspeakable lines– At last the secret spills From a so-kissable mouth What is it you want? Aw,…

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The Lover

I want to approach you naked in my musings and black jeans. To join you and share a belly laugh without invading to relax with you listening, attuned to befriend you without crowding. Love and caress you, with no touching skin. To watch the Aspen outside, shudder in the storm, cold. Rain beckons us Water beads Horizontal confetti Tap tap tapping “Cheers” on the window. As I kiss the fine hair dotting the length of your spine, I want to wrap myself around you twice — like I’m six feet tall. Protective, urgent. Make you moan As the wind howls,…

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The Salt God’s Daughter – Ilie Ruby

5.0 out of 5 stars Do Not Miss This Book, October 17, 2012 By TD Gibson “T. Gibson” This review is from: The Salt God’s Daughter (Hardcover) The Salt God’s Daughter, Ilie Ruby’s latest novel, is set in the 1970s in Long Beach, California, on the frigid, mysterious and unassuming Pacific Ocean. With remarkable diction and cadence, Ruby has skilfully sculpted an epic tale about the lives of three generations of women and written it with such eloquence, the pages often sang to me, leaving me salt-drenched, feeling protected by fuchsia bougainvilleas, and in a state of breathlessness. From the…

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Self-Esteem by Virginia Satir

I am me In all the world, there is no one else like me. There are persons who have some parts like me, but no one adds up exactly like me. Therefore, everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because I alone chose it I own everything about me my body, including everything it does; my mind, including all its thoughts and ideas; my eyes, including the images of all they behold; my feelings, whatever they may be anger, joy, frustration, love, disappointment, excitement; my mouth, and all the words that come out of it, polite, sweet or…

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