I didn’t say favorite song; I said theme song.
Is there a difference? There certainly can be.
Just because I like or even love a song doesn’t mean it’s my theme song.
Music plays a vital role in most of our lives. Any time a song catches our imagination, it might get dubbed our new favorite. We collect them, play them, share them, sing them. Our lives are richer for them.
But now, a theme song resonates at the soul level. It wakes us up to who we are and what our lives are all about. …
Hey nurse, put some love in that needle,
will ya? I’m not gonna waste my shot.
While you’re at it, I could use a little tenderness,
it’s been rough out there lately, y’know?
And I’m not gonna waste my shot.
Yo, Doc, put some compassion in that needle,
will ya? I’m not gonna waste my shot.
But it’s been a rough first few weeks
of this new year, and I’ve been feeling a little frayed
and frazzled around the edges. While you’re at it,
I could use a little serenity if you can spare it. …
Through the art of affirmative prayer, the limitless resources of the Spirit are at my command. The power of the Infinite is at my disposal. ~ Earnest Holmes
Lately, I’ve been praying for a good night’s sleep.
It seems like such a humble prayer. But it’s huge.
If you’ve ever gone for any length of time with inadequate sleep, you know what I’m talking about.
Sleep is absolutely vital for resetting all our systems, restoring our brains, bolstering our immune systems, and stabilizing our blood sugar — just to name a few.
My pattern is to go to bed after midnight, read a bit, fall asleep, then wake up around 5 or 6 am to pee and not be able to back to sleep. My mind starts right in going over all I have to do, playing worst-case-scenario movies, and worrying about the state of the country, if not the world. …
When a mama bird wants her baby to learn to fly, she pushes him out of the nest. Eeeekkkkk!!!!
Those first moments are pure hell. The poor fledgling tumbles beak over claws as it plummets — untested feathered appendages flapping frantically.
Then, miraculously, the wings catch the wind. The updraft counters gravity just long enough for the frenzy to settle into a rhythm. Voila! Flight mastered! Now the bird soars purposefully, flapping just enough to course correct, letting the currents carry him home.
Many of us live our whole lives in huge comfort zones we leave less often than our homes in a pandemic. …
Let’s welcome the new year with a great big deep breath!
As the new leadership in the United States fills many of us with hope, let us remind ourselves and each other of our own strength and power. We can and do affect lives all around us. And what we do on the seemingly small scale of our lives is huge — and it matters.
So we start by taking care of ourselves. Again, take that deep breath and oxygenate your lungs and your life — your heart and your spirit.
As our stories attest, we have a huge impact on our children and grandchildren. We are the women who are changing the world! …
Have I really been holding my breath for four years?
It sure seems like it.
All I can say is, January 20, 2021 felt like a huge breathe of fresh air — in my life and hopefully our nation’s life.
Yes, I am referring to the inauguration of president Joe Biden and vice-president Kamala Harris. Especially Kamala, who’s making profound history as the first woman, African-American, and Asian-American ever in that office.
So I am speaking both literally and metaphorically when I refer to yesterday being momentous. …
It’s about time you apologized for f-ing up my life!
The apology — or amends — that I was calling my former husband to make was long overdue. Burning with guilt and shame did not make it any easier to pick up that phone to set up a time for what I imagined would be an interrogation.
So were you really with Blanche, like you said, or with Beto?
Is how I imagined the session would go, like a deposition on Drag Net.
His outburst confirmed in my mind that my worst fears were about to come true. He did want to grill me, leaving no stone of my eighteen-month acting out spree unturned. …
Who’s brought a poem to share?
Those words, even in the friendliest of living rooms, sent me into a panic. Nothing from the ample selections of California Sparkling Rosés or Chenin Blancs steadied my nerves. Sweat broke on my brow, and my whole body shook.
But sharing my words mattered to me. I took a deep breath and read while cold shivers froze my belly. Then I retreated into my corner for months or years before daring it again.
Just one more rotation of the earth,
our new dawn gets birthed — we can’t wait!
Four whole years of angst and tears — we can’t wait!
Sun, rise on the morrow,
end our sorrow with a twenty-one gun salute.
Kamala and Joe head the show and #45 is kaput!
Thank you, Jonica Bradley, for this inspiring challenge — even if I didn’t exactly follow your suggestion — it’s a great suggestion — we all wanna change the world!!!
Marilyn Flower writes political humor and satire to delight socially and spiritually conscious folks. She’s a regular columnist for the prison newsletter, Freedom Anywhere, where she writes about faith and prayer. Five of her short plays have been produced in San Francisco. Clowning and improvisation strengthen her resolve during these crazy times. …
When I Google resentment, the first definition that pops up is not even on its own page. It’s right there in a box on the search results page. And it’s juicy. It says resentment means the bitter indignation at having been treated unfairly.
The bitter — yesterday’s word — indignation of having been treated unfairly. So my sense that bitterness and resentment are not that far apart proves true.
Bear with me a moment as I relish the delicious way this definition rolls off my tongue — the bitter indignation of having been treated unfairly.
Having eight whole words to define it, including one four-syllable word beginning with a vowel, is a big deal. It elevates its importance right up there with bitterness. …