Image by Bikurgurl Closing In On our regular biking route, we pass by Wilmot Gateway Park. Clean restrooms, plenty of shade, tables, water bottle filling station, and this great playground. As I rounded the corner, following screams of delight on the playground, a cold sensation cloaked me. The familiar dread found me again. Silent pinpricks eroded my resolve to stay; I could fathom only one … Continue reading Closing In
Image by Bikurgurl 2019 Bikurgram 2019 Yesterday was a day of doing the hard work of growth in relationships. Of being the grown up to the ‘grown ups’, of standing up to the decades of posturing and unintentional painful words to stop the cycle from continuing. It’s the hard work of adults to protect the children in our lives from facing the same emotional suckerpunches … Continue reading The Hard Work
Image by Bikurgurl Evolution of Iron Man It isn’t all about Iron Man, but he used to think he was it. He didn’t see the world around him was rich and beautiful, Just resources and to profit from and women to plunder. Now that he’s evolved, he’s really become an Iron Man, he sees himself as part of a team. It’s not about what his … Continue reading Evolution of Iron Man
Image by Bikurgurl Naked, baring my soul to you. I come, unashamedly into your presence, to see you not there, heart and soul, with me. Naked, baring my heart to you. I come, unreservedly into your realm, to hear you not listening, heart and soul, to me. Naked, baring my body to you. I come, unrelentingly into your body, to feel you not responding, heart … Continue reading Naked
Image by Bikurgurl “Tell me a story, daddy! Please?” she softly spoke. He was in his own world, consumed with deadlines, commitments, and the need to get out of the rain. Timidly again, “Daddy? Will you tell me a story?” Her lower lip quivering, she didn’t want to startle him. Startling him in the past made him angry. She knew if he got angry, he … Continue reading Tell Me a Story
Image by Bikurgurl “We’ve been here dozens of times, Harry!” exclaiming with exasperation. “I loathe the time you spend with her, returning over and over again to the same place. She’s gone, for God’s sake! Let her go!” Harry slowly turned, tears in his eyes. Her anger masked the pain they both felt, the life cut short so long ago, but never forgotten. “You know, … Continue reading Let Her Go
Image by Arno Smit I turned the corner, and there it was: the studio of my dreams. I could think only of stretching out on the sofa, curling up in the chair with a cup of tea, and writing relentlessly in that space. The light, the shadows, the shades of green in-between feed my soul. Through the harsh afternoon light, I knew my spirits would … Continue reading Wholeness
Photo by T. Chick McClure Women are threatened for speaking their minds. Some people get scared. Some people want us to stay covered and quiet. Demure and unintrusive, we are asked to be humble, be gentle, feel happiness in slavery*. These oppressors are afraid of demanded changes. Afraid of women raging against the dying of the light. Women are people. We are your mothers, sisters, … Continue reading We are ever present
Photo by Paul Gaudriault City of Lights I’d always thought of planning a trip to Paris. In my youth, I had grand thoughts of ‘finding myself’ as I traversed the European countryside. Those dreams, scoffed; left to die in fear and irksome day-to-day life, were never really forgotten. Merely shelved for future dreams. Adventures. Walking the streets with my camera, eating delectable pastries, sipping coffee … Continue reading City of Lights
Photo by Jack Anstey Our Adventure Seeing the world through your eyes together reclaims my joy for life I have been absent for far too long, my Three Line Tales writing friends ❤ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I linked up — why not take a whirl, it could be fun for you too! From Sonya, Week 145 Three Line Tales, Guidelines: “Check the TLT page for the full … Continue reading Our Adventure
