No, this is not a post about reincarnation. I really have lived three lives as this Lori person.
I’ve debated whether to publish this post. It’s a bit vulnerable for me. I’ve decided to share it for anyone else who can relate, and for the assurance that life can get better.
Side note: I’m a little late with this post. I got to enjoy having people to celebrate my birthday with now that I’m back near family and friends. The week long celebration (with different people each time) is over now, and I have good memories left in its place. Now, onto my three lifetimes. Continue reading “Three Lifetimes”→
Imagine you lost memories of part of your life. You remember being a child and growing to an adult age, and you remember the last three years of your life, but you have no memories from twenty years in between.
We hear lots of recklessly assigned labels in our society these days. You know, homophobe, misogynist, xenophobe, racist, fascist, etc. These words are used to say that someone hates a particular group of people.
So, what kind of a “ist” or phobe is someone who hates ALL people?
Hello. I hope everyone had a nice 4th of July week. Despite the doldrums, mine was superb. Watched fireworks, went to a festival, rocked to a couple of my favorite bands, and saw a movie (Incredibles 2).
This post is not about me playing funky music. Nope. It’s sort of the opposite. I’ve been in a funk lately. I haven’t been in the mood for posting. It’s not that I don’t have ideas, because there are several subjects and notes stewing, patiently waiting for their turn to be revealed.
It was one of those days. You know, when things just don’t seem to be going right. I don’t mean that everything was going wrong, really. Physical things actually went pretty smoothly. It was my interactions with humans that took a turn for the worse that day.
I have a lot of ideas for blogs that have yet to be drafted. I have notes written on what I want to say, and a few of them are going to require me to dive deep into the expanse of the mind. So, I thought I’d go with a lighter one today.
Next week comes a yearly fund raiser that my dad puts on for his job. However, the event is not the focus of this post, rather, it’s about finding something to wear for this every year. I don’t own a lot of formal clothing. As I dug through my don’t-wear-anymore clothes closet hoping to find the golden outfit, I came across a pretty blouse with shear sleeves. Maybe I could wear it with my skirt. I slipped my arms into the fabric, buttoned it up and looked into the mirror? What’s this? Why do I look like a football player? Oh Lord. Shoulder pads! The shirt surely wasn’t from this century. Had I not been out shopping for dressy clothes for that long?
I do have one dress and one pretty skirt that I could’ve worn, but they were more for a wedding. Plus, I didn’t want to wear open-toed high heels, which is all I have for dresses.
So, I ended up doing something I despise . . . I went clothes shopping. I found a pair of dressy pants to wear. Thankfully, I DO have a twentieth century pretty top to match. However, the new pants needed to be hemmed.
I flicked through a box with different trinkets searching for a safety pin, when retro came calling again. What did I find this time? Stick pins. What the heck. Do I ever throw anything out? Maybe I hoped they would come back into style. It’s been long enough now, and it doesn’t appear that is going to happen. But, as soon as I get rid of them, you know they’ll become the latest trend.
Why not? Hip huggers became low-risers when they returned. Bell bottoms became flare bottoms in the retro rerun. I didn’t save any of those.
I’m waiting for earth shoes. They were comfy. I don’t like the dark-framed glasses from the fifties that are trending again. My shaped face does not fit the style.
Am I the only one who finds these old relics in her house? If I am, please don’t tell me.
The character, Ava, in my novel, Whit’s End, learns something nefarious about someone she loves that she is forced to face. She either has to remove herself from that person’s life or rework that relationship.
What if I told you that someone you cared about and trusted had committed some ugly, dubious act? Would you believe me? Would you confront the person and get the truth from them? If you did confront them, what if they told you I was lying?
My fellow bloggers . . . you are amazing. To all of you who read and commented on my post, Too Much Darkness, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your comments soothed my soul.
The comments got me thinking deeper. I could feel that all of you felt as I do, hurt down to the core for what is happening in our society (terrorizing attacks), but you knew better how to move on. I was stuck in place.
My blog’s most common theme is to look in inward for answers to anything outward that is troubling. So, I asked myself, why am I so driven to find answers about the Las Vegas tragedy? Why can’t I move forward?
We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand . . . and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late. ~ Marie Beynon
So, I was sitting outside on the deck with my dog by my side. The heat had broken overnight with a front that came through, and I was enjoying the dry, mild morning. I only had about 20 minutes to spare, but I wanted to breathe deep and soak in the moment.