Have you ever found yourself to be in a habit loop? Sometimes it is so unconscious that don’t realize that you’re doing it. And just when you are starting to see it, you realize that you can’t seem to get out of it or stop. But you are noticing it. You hear yourself talking about…

I know… I know… I skipped last week. But I am back. Let’s go! Poetry has returned to my writing – It has been many years since I wrote some. 2 I posted on FB and 1 I did not. Here is this weeks writings: Shadowy things are coming to light New alliances are being…

Little Tool: For a few years, at random and sometimes specific times, I will pull this little tool out to see what I hear and notice. I did this, this past week, and I realized I really miss my sister. We are going to plan a get together. I call it: Inventory What’s right? Wrong,…

The whispers: Whispers are interesting things. Whispers are meant for their hearers. Little children, like my granddaughters, will say, “Lala, I want to tell you a secret?” and they come with hand cupped alongside their mouths to speak what only I am to here. Movies over the years have made whispers scary, like haunted calls…

Sometimes I have so much thought that it is difficult to focus: Finish the chapter Write that down in Hello Monday Go back to that podcast – its so interesting Take a sip of coffee. Clean up the kitchen. Don’t forget to get rye bread, sauerkraut, and thousand island. Is there anything you want to…

Poem: The Snow Gives Way the cold turns brisk It loses its bitter bite Gray takes leave for ice blue vivid tones of the morning little parsley patches peek-a-boo and the snow gives way to that which needs to be released paper trash and heart garbage all the same time to let it fade away…