Word and Habit… What word can guide me through 2014. The word for 2013 seems to have been upheaval unfortunately. For 2014? Possibly steady. I like steady. I want to be steady in my work. Showing up, doing well. No conflict, no difficulty just turning out good product and helping …
I think I don’t have a thousand words, so how about these. This is the difference happiness makes: This is all I need to know.
Kat Mcnally asks that we describe our year in terms of our five senses. Project Reverb wants to know what kept us anchored Well…J and Em kept me anchored. They always do. They are the reason I wake up in the morning and why I kept trying to make a …
So Project Reverb wants to know what I ate , while Kat McNally asks what was my best decision I’m afraid I have a bit of catching up to do, so this unlike my usual long winded entries, will be brief. Best Meal? Either the night our dinner group went to …
My days are a bit jumbled up but I think that’s ok with Reverb. What I like about reverb is that there are guidelines but you can bend them. That helps. Too strict and it turns into a death march , too loose and you don’t continue. Or that is …
And Project Reverb asks about  Failure while Kat McNally and Rachel Maddox  wonder: Today, identify something muddy that kept recurring for you throughout 2013, and then ask yourself this: What’s the clear truth underneath this damn mud if I finally wash myself clean?  And they are of course related. I …
Inspiration and Auto pilot. Two diametrically opposed forces. If you are inspired you certainly aren’t on autopilot. I find people who are strongly themselves inspiring. My friend Beth someone I’ve known for quite sometime, because her brother is one of my longest and dearest friendships…is now someone I care about quite …
And in the middle of a very hard time in my life I got an amazing present from Mr. J. I got a birthday party. I love remembering people’s birthdays—more than Christmas because to me I am saying to them “I am glad you are here on this planet, you …
So today Kat Mcnally’s prompt concerns grieving and Project Reverb asks about hindsight. Funny how these seem to be working together from the beginning—one influencing another, informing another, enhancing another. I am grieving the loss of time. Time given to dead ends. Time spent trying to mend the twisted and burned …
So I can find two sites—the project reverb site and Kat McNally’s site Could anyone tell me—is there an overarching site that collects all these prompts or are they ad hoc sites set up ? I guess I’m used to nablopomo and how that works, I think this is different. …
The prompts from both places are similar…what nourished your soul this year, what was your best moment. I would say we haven’t had many of them this year but we have had some… Halloween, our 13th anniversary and a houseful of kids and their families in our spooky house was …
Well here’s the thing, not only trying to climb back on the blogging horse, but on the good eating and exercise horse. A little background: I popped my (previously dislocated and nearly a year of recuperation involving boots and crutches and canes)ankle out in December and had to stop …
This year I’m doing something different. I’m not sure if it is because I “failed’ at #Octpowrimo. By failed I mean I had a choice between being able to do things with my family and keep track of my commitments (which I still didn’t manage all of them) deal with …
Everything in its Place I want a clean and orderly place to sit and think, or make a thing. I want an unstained and fur free couch to watch The Doctor or turn a page. I want an unmuddled and chaos free desk to sit and write or play …
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. -Toni Morrison, Beloved Emily’s Valkyrie Hey my girl, My moppet, my colt, my brilliant amazing daughter I need you …
Teeth I have to wake up My own voice is talking to the me in the mirror WAKE UP, as I stare at bloody teeth, falling away streaming barely held screams from a rotting mouth. This isn’t real but I feel hands on my face Turn and feel something holding …
Some of the pictures aren’t great (it’s hard to take them in utter spooky darkness) buthere’s the opening of our graveyard. It isn’t finished yet—the ghouls aren’t all out but will be this week!
