Grrrr! Snarl! Blerg!

This is how I feel after spending a little over a week trying to come up with a new blog name.

It’s not going well. I’m frustrated, irritated, and flabbergasted.

Maybe I should just give up on something creative or whimsical and just use my name.

Any ideas? Does using my name sound like a good option?

My muse is just sitting there laughing at me. I bet she knows the answer and is just waiting for me to finally see it.


Have a wonderful Wednesday. 🙂


(p.s. It’s easier than I initially thought it would be to change the name. lol. I found the updated support info. At least I think it’s easier. Well I’ll find out soon.)

When You Change…

The world never looks the same after you’ve had a monumental shift in perception and awareness.

Your family and friends look the same but your reaction to them is different and their reactions to you are different too.

It’s almost as if you are seeing through different eyes. That somehow a veil has been lifted from your eyes and seeing clearly is the only way you can see now.

A shift of focus occurs. A shift of thought occurs. A shift of emotion occurs. You are irrevocably changed. The catalyst for this change can be something simple or a catastrophic event.

It’s odd at first because you almost feel as if the world changed instead of yourself. As if the world shifted its focus.

This changing of perception is a natural event in everyone’s life. It occurs at different times throughout your life.

In any case…

Change is inevitable and the world around you never looks or feels the same.

The only thing you can do after such an event is – move forward. Embrace the new or reawakened feelings within yourself. And acknowledge that you are on the right path for yourself.

Change is about moving forward and moving forward changes you. This is life.

Purple Prose, Rose Colored Glasses, and Stardust Umbrellas

Walking around outside today I saw a few things, but I dare not say what they are or perhaps what they were trying so hard to become.

I dare not say because if I did that, they might become that, and I would have halted their forward momentum of what they were trying so hard to become.

And if I halted their forward momentum, that would’ve been bad because then it would’ve been me, myself and I that would’ve dictated what they were trying so hard to become.

So I just watched from the corner of my eyes and found delight in their imaginings of the flying things that perhaps they were trying so hard to become.

No not quite right, not exactly flying things because now they are changing their imaginings and in changing those things they are changing so many other things that they are trying so hard to become.

The air around seems to breathe in and out of its own accord (but still in its own accordance) and the sun seemed to stimulate their innate inward insistence that they truly know what they are becoming.

The earth seemed to shift, supporting their new bodies, shift to support their new changing, shifting and surprising them with the shifting in support of they have now become.

And last but not least, the wavering water, that they are walking on, weightlessly and wondrously, whisks them away into the final stages of they have become.

I watched this dance, by pure happenstance, and inward felt a joy radiating out from the center of everything that I am, it catapulted and cajoled, twisted and turned, until I nearly felt drained of everything that I am, then –

It settled, the world around me settled and I became more than what I was a moment before.

Poetry Friday

This poem is still a bit raw, but I’m working on it.  Meanwhile enjoy the first version and have a great day.

Falling Through Everything

January 3, 2012

Pushed too far tonight

I jumped and landed on the

other side of everything again.

I pushed too hard tonight,

I jumped and let the inner light

guide where I would land.

Falling through the veil again

falling through everything

stealing the light again

stealing everything again.

I opened the gate and let

the flood cover me,

I jumped and let it all

go past me this time.

I watched through veiled eyes

as the world changed,

Felt the void change me again.

I am falling again

through the veil, through this

life again,

Falling through everything.

Writing Upside Down and Backwards

I must finish, I must finish, I must finish…………

That has become my new mantra. The chant going round in circles and triangles in my writer’s mind. I must finish.

Perhaps I’m working on too many projects at one time. I do rotate between them  – a lot. Perhaps I should choose one, just one to work on until completion.

I’m starting to think that maybe I like the writing more than the finishing. That perhaps it’s that I don’t want the story to conclude. Maybe I have a case of Enditis. Yeah I think that’s it.

I like writing the story so much that I just don’t want it to end. I’ll have to work on it from that pov and see where I end (lol) up.

No tricks though. No telling myself to do it one way in order to trick the brain into finishing the story. I’d just get caught up in defining and perfecting the trick. That would so defeat the purpose of it.


My apologies for yelling out in the middle of the post but I think I hit on something here. Perfection. I’m trying to make the stories perfect so they can end in a perfect way.

I know logically there is no such thing as perfection, but my writer’s brain is caught up in a hazy maze of thinking that there is such a thing. Okay, so now that I know…what am I going to do about it.


Writing backwards may be a good thing to do. I’ll write (rewrite) the whole thing starting from where it ends. You see I actually wrote notes on the ending it was just getting there that was ensnared in a web.

So backwards. The end to the beginning.

I like this train of thought. I’m going with it.

So a question for those of you who reading this hazy maze post —

What can you do different today that will affect a positive change in your life?

(bet you didn’t see that question coming.)    🙂