Call me into the deep where you are waiting I've missed the feel of you My head can hear you and my sensibilities know you but my emotions have fallen out the window. Who have I become that my emotion is absent? I was passion now I'm passive and that isn't enough. I don't want … Continue reading Sing for the Light
I consider myself a strong woman. I do what needs to be done. If I don't know how, I figure it out. If I can't figure it out, I figure that out. I'm in a mood tonight. I'm sure it's primarily caused by the fact that I tested positive for Covid yesterday. I'm fine. It's … Continue reading Feminism, Covid, and Reality
When did the world stop making noise? It screams from the rooftops but I don't think I can hear it anymore The sound of my head has blocked the overwhelming. Survival I am me. I am struggling. I am alive. I will live another day. There is life when the grass dies. There is truth, … Continue reading Noise
The 40's have been good to me...overall. Despite, the crazy weight gain and hormones going crazy and the stress of my personal life (a story for another day). I've gained weight, lost weight. Adjusted to the new "normal" and feel, overall, comfortable, in my new skin. For the most part... Then today, I wore a … Continue reading Thighs, noise, and neurosis
I try to be optimistic. I really do. But let's be real...some nights are harder than others. Some nights I'm scratching and clawing through life. I wish I could lie like the social media crud we see daily and pretend my life is perfect and I have faith at every moment, but lying is a … Continue reading Not your neighborhood optimist…
I love a good challenge. I love to learn and absorb new things around me. I started using a new computer program today that I've never used and had to force myself to stop messing with it, because I have other things to do and I can learn more later. I often think I can … Continue reading A Note from Bionic Me
There are many inconceivable stories around us every day that we haven't heard. We have no idea what the person next to us has lived. We can't conceive the stories that aren't ours...that aren't open to the vast space of the known. We hold glimpses not substance. We hold illusions and self-constructed paradigms, based on … Continue reading What now?
Happiness is spending an hour on the phone with your grandmother. Happiness is legacy wrapped in light with sprinkles of hope and contentment. Happiness doesn't come cheap. Sometimes it"s wrapped in struggle. Sometimes it is plain. But it is yours. Grab it and hold on!
What is a mind not wavering? What is strength? What is faith? Can I walk in it? Who holds the key? Is the door really locked? Am I on the outside looking in? Are you inside waiting? Are you cheering me on? Are my hands strong? Will I use them wisely? Why am I asking … Continue reading Fully Convinced in Spite of all My Questions
I never do anything like this so welcome to a first on the Inspired by the Comforter site. After speaking with a friend earlier, I couldn't help but start singing a couple of choruses from some old songs I grew up on. I was lied to for years. The world around me, and yes, even … Continue reading The Blood will Never Lose its Power