Journaling in the land of Winged

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Friday, April 4, 2008

Most of my life has been a sensation of spinning between love and loss.

Because I wasn’t always able to take in the nourishing love my parents and others told me was there for the taking. I can’t forget the coldness, rejection and repeated wounds to my pride. Trusting others came slow for me. My parents were very different from other parents not by shear negligence, nor... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Managing the insanity of my mind took pills, alcohol, and sometimes;

managing the insanity of my mind became a full-time job in my twenties and thirties. I dated till I could date no more. I changed jobs. I never stayed in one place. There were always greener pasteur somewhere down the road. Recurrent nightmares and half forgotten childhood terrors plagued my nights.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 31, 2008

Angels, Angels, Everywhere...

I'd like tell you a story about one of my visits to mom's grave. It was not long after mom died and my head was filled with questions I couldn’t answer. I was beside myself with grief. Maybe, I fell asleep leaning on a tree just next to her grave. My skin felt as though it began tingling. The kind... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

The Madonna Syndrome, My Mother/Myself...

The Madonna “Syndrome” A mother’s hands are always busy cutting, mending and cooking. They are can be found wiping away tears and Fears by speaking with love and sincerity, or with pure and clear negativity! Many are sewing and weaving, and many are planting trees, for building houses with rafters,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

Art therapy is a well recognized healing tool accepted...

by the medical community to help those with mental disease and depression for children and adults alike. Inspiration for art is not hard to come by if we just open our eyes. We are inspired by nature and our nightly dreams, by other artists, writers and poets. Sometimes we forget God speaks chiefly... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 28, 2008

A childhood memory and a little girl named "Toots"

T here wasn’t a place quite so neat, As where the sidewalks meet, where the children play, Remember the day when each child jumped across the sidewalk crack not to break their mother's back? Each took on wings to jump that crack, saving their Mom for yet one more day, till again, they go out and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Saying good-by is always such a hard thing to do...

Never would I have ever imagined you not with me. I saw you everywhere watching. In fluffy white clouds, I saw you giving a stoic farewell salute, rolling over and over, then disjoining and vaporizing. In my afternoon Coke, tiny air bubbles fondled and nuzzled each other, then sadly dissolved. I saw... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Born of Over-ripe grapes on the vine,

Wed 3/26/2008 6:12 AM With: Seductive aged Curves and sun-toned appeal not even soured by time! But then: Hot days and long nights/ Juices Burst/ Later: Nine Months Bright neon lights Illuminating fear and old scars… inexplicable pain Harvested: An infant seedling and captured in her tiny face was... Sign in to see full entry.

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I’m good at rehashing why’s; why I loved her and why I didn’t...but why?

Mamma sewed, cut material and sewed some more. She never learned to sing or play ‘cause she actually sewed from birth to dying day, When her work was done on earth, I know she’s content forever mending The Little Angel’s Britches! - - - We hated winter. Mamma and I had arthritis which took a huge... Sign in to see full entry.

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A Mother’s love was unique...

Mothers like myself have been associated with love, devotion and sacrifice. Being virtuous, flawless and conceived without original sin like Mary, mother of Jesus, was an impossible act to follow. I know both mom and myself did our best while on the longest job training program ever in existence. No... Sign in to see full entry.

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My journaling is kind of a walk through my mind while searching for joy through self-expression. Though it was never my original intent, my concern quite naturally turned from the idea of me "feeling good" to the idea of you "feeling good." I personally believe being engaged in writing and art making is better than not andliving without depression, pain and anger is better than living with them. Check out my websites, www.sculptingtheheart.com. I thank you for your comments to insure my own growth as a writer and artist.

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