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By the way I stand tall. By the way I smile. It’s by the way I move through my life and respond to those I encounter along the way. I am measured by my grace or lack of grace. I am seen through eyes of grace or anger. Most important, is the peace and connection I feel to the great “All That Is” of the divine Universe.
» Posted By Seansj On 11.14.2012 @ 11:38 am
I wish they would. Sit over there. I know that I know what to do when I am in public. I know that there are right things to do, and wrong things to do. Clearly they don’t live in a real world. they’re delusional hippies from the 60’s They should keep to themselves. Geez Mom. Quit necking with Dad in public. You’re 84!
» Posted By Seansj On 11.09.2012 @ 12:13 am
I have lost it. I feel numb and shallow. Spark or no spark, I remain in a dark limbo. Lifeless living. Clouds hang over the valley and they comfort me. I have lost interest in most things. I am no where while I am here.
» Posted By Seansj On 11.03.2012 @ 11:49 am
it’s all I could do to sustain the smile on my face. After the yelling, the nagging, the pushing of intentions that road over my mind, my soul, my existence. I wanted to stop the sound of his voice, but kept smiling.
» Posted By Seansj On 09.04.2012 @ 8:23 pm
Black and White. What I am hearing is clear. I can’t hear anything in between. You either are or you aren’t . It’s black and white. No shades or grey. No misty sentimentality. it’s black or white. Perhaps it is just me. I am not so unsure.
» Posted By Seansj On 05.04.2012 @ 10:19 am
Black and White. I can’t hear anything in between. You either are or you aren’t . It’s black and white. No shades or grey. No misty sentimentality. it’s black or white. Perhaps it is just I. I am not so unsure.
» Posted By Seansj On 05.04.2012 @ 10:17 am
Driving on a spring day. Window open with BB King’s throaty voice playing on the radio. Sunglasses shading my eyes. I left my earrings on the night stand. I left my coat outside in the rain. But I hadn’t forgotten to take both hearts with me.
» Posted By Seansj On 04.18.2012 @ 12:23 pm
My desk. Where I work. No, where I procrastinate. No, where I edit. Wait. Yes, edit. Writing, life, relationships. Where’s my eraser? Or spell check! If I could only transform the feeling, the experiences of my dreams, of the inner feeling of peace onto a peace of paper. On to the keyboard. Coffee. Yes, coffee. another way to procrastinate.
» Posted By Seansj On 04.15.2012 @ 11:29 am
Love me love me love me. It is time to nourish my soul, my heart, myself. I can only love you when I love myself fully. Let me learn to be kind, to be gentle to be honorable to be loyal. And I will start with myself in hopes that you will be here to witness, to receive, to inspire and to share.
» Posted By Seansj On 04.12.2012 @ 6:09 pm
“Twice bitten..”. What is that old saying? I can’t remember. But I am feeling really aware of something that feels like a gift. Like I have landed somewhere I have been aiming for. Like i am arriving in my own life. Finally awake to the creation of my desire. He’s all in one package.
» Posted By Seansj On 04.11.2012 @ 11:16 am
Dark. It’s just dark. Grey. Very grey. The trees turned brown. Like they are frozen or burnt in place. No bushes. No plants. What kind of town just allows just lets the spewing smoke destroy everything growing around it?
» Posted By Seansj On 03.05.2012 @ 12:09 am
Life has brought to me everything I have asked for. The vehicle, the computer, the family, the love. It’s like watching a happy Hallmark movie. I am going to sit down, eat some popcorn and enjoy it. Peace out.
» Posted By Seansj On 02.26.2012 @ 1:15 pm
Sitting in the coffee shop, looking out the window. the sun was shining in all it’s beautiful spring glory. Tingles in my stomach. Ants in my pants. My foot swinging like there was music rocking loud and inspired it’s own personal dance. Just waiting for you. Excited to see you. Life opened up.
» Posted By Seansj On 02.17.2012 @ 9:11 am
It sat in the pit of my stomach. a big boulder of tension. I was excited at my prospect of freedom! of Being able to get out into the world and feel alive again. The clue, the little nugget I waited for to have the complete sense of release, came when I felt the exhilaration driving with the window wide open.
» Posted By Seansj On 02.15.2012 @ 8:39 am
Getting to the heart. I was just thinking of getting to the heart, wandering through emotions, and yes, sometimes it is just like a maze. Sitting still, getting into my body, getting out of my head. getting, literally into my heart with my consciousness.
» Posted By Seansj On 02.12.2012 @ 12:32 pm
It is something else to feel this kind of tenderness. I watch as she rocks, bounces and climbs around on the wooden pony. She is just turning one year old. I adore her. Her intrigue with the world is contagious. making my world new again.
» Posted By Seansj On 02.10.2012 @ 11:20 am
I move from thought to thought, memory to memory, relaying it all. Ti circles inmy head as if it has an orbit in my mind. Nothing seems to bounce them out. Until, a friend comes over, offers a silent moment or two and then said, “Never let you tears and sensitivity blind you. If someone hurt you, they have shown their true self. Move on.”
» Posted By Seansj On 02.06.2012 @ 12:51 pm
Walking through the coolness of the forest, I can”t stop thinking of our argument. The sacred, it is in my heart. I get lost once in a while waiting for you and then think it is outside of me. You have no real commitment to me. Your priority is always you first.
» Posted By Seansj On 02.04.2012 @ 12:25 pm
Oh, big Indian Chief! Did you watch the old movies from the 50’s too? Sweet lord we do not live in the dark ages any more, and didn’t you know that is very rude? Well, please accept this letter as a sign of my resignation.
» Posted By Seansj On 02.03.2012 @ 1:04 pm
The morning was warm, the sun shone through the curtains that were open slightly. I didn’t like seeing anything outside lately,. It just reminded me of you, things we did, and how empty life seemed now. I can barely function, well I exaggerate. I can function, I just, sometimes prefer not to, and sit silently in my chair staring into my coffee.
» Posted By Seansj On 01.30.2012 @ 11:57 am
The morning was warm, the sun shone through the curtains that were open slsightly. I idint like seeing anything outside lately,. It just reminded me of you, things we did, and how empty life seemed now. I can barely function, well I exaggerate. I can function, I just, sometimes prefer not to, and sit silently in my chair, staring into my coffee.
» Posted By Seansj On 01.30.2012 @ 11:55 am
The plane tickets, the new furniture, the movers! oh my god! what about the car? the kids will be here to take me out to the property and get the house ready for the .. the.. wedding! I am so nervous that the plans seem to be scattering like puzzle pieces across the floor.
» Posted By Seansj On 01.25.2012 @ 10:28 am
Clutter everywhere; the floor, the table, the chairs, the bench in the hall. Moving seemed to be an epic event. It was the first move away from home. Which is odd seeing that she is 42. Staying at home to help her parents raise her younger sister seemed what she had to do. Now, with her sister gone, it was time for her to move on too.
» Posted By Seansj On 01.14.2012 @ 3:25 pm
It was hard to conceal, given the smile, the blush, the turning of her face. She looked down the street at something imaginary, hoping he would not yet guess that her feelings were growing stronger for him. it was too soon.
» Posted By Seansj On 01.12.2012 @ 3:50 pm
Laughter filled the dining room. I have never seen someone look so awkward walking around with a plate of food in their hands. Must have been the apron with the picture of an old man’s body in a muscle shirt. I love his sense of humor most of all.
» Posted By Seansj On 01.05.2012 @ 2:07 pm
She sat still. what the hell was she doing in the office of the District Attorney? Might as well be sitting on a bed of thorns. This is not the job she really wanted. It was the only job available.
» Posted By Seansj On 01.04.2012 @ 1:30 pm
The weather was perfect for sitting out in the porch. The spring smell, like freshness so new it was foreign. The estate my grandmother left me was like something out of Huckleberry Finn
» Posted By Seansj On 12.31.2011 @ 1:47 pm
It’s cold out. the wind is howling. the snow has blown the road into oblivion, and the power is out. Don’t know what I can do to beckon the spirits to come out of hiding on this miserable night. At least my faithful cat.. is.. oh, she’s gone too, never mind.
» Posted By Seansj On 12.10.2011 @ 3:55 pm
Scarf flying in the air behind her , as if it had a life of it’s own. Tiger print. Black back ground of wool leather jacket. A flare for fashion. A flare for being present when the press was around.
» Posted By Seansj On 11.19.2011 @ 3:11 pm
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the cards were spread across the table, the wind had blown some onto the floor.
So much for card tricks! It was all suppose to entertain the kids while grandma was taken out through the side door. the Queen of hearts blew out the door with her.
» Posted By Seansj On 11.16.2011 @ 12:58 pm