Writing Reality

  Where Does Sadness Go, after it leaves? Does Sadness ever leave?   I will say emphatically, “No”. No, sadness never leaves completely. It’s that we cover it up, like we do at other times with happiness, anger, remorse, joy, along with other emotions to protect ourselves and perhaps many times to protect others. Sadness that underlies ‘everything’ in our lives, even those of great faith and/or Eastern mindfulness thinking. It’s that we work our way around it.   Most of us, to socialize, to work, to be acceptable—most of us most times adhere to an unwritten code of conduct of hiding how we truly feel. Some are better at it than others, for whatever reason. It truly doesn’t matter why. Then we have those who are unabashed, unfettered who decide to dump with no apparent remorsefulness, because they feel they are owed. I’ll tell you this, maybe we are all owed. Something somewhere, some answer—but maybe not. Maybe we don’t need the answers we want. Or we will receive t...

At my new job this week, back at my old career as a LMT. I told the manager as the evening rolled in that my husband's bunny, Aspen had suddenly stroked out and passed just the morning prior. She had a couple of bunnies in the past. I remarked, "It's so weird now. The older bunny of the two free-range bunnies was expected to pass first, primarily because she was partially paralyzed for the past four months and had been on a bunny form of Meloxicam since mid-May 2024 daily." She, Nibbles had been getting more arthritic since November 2023, yet didn't seem to struggle until May 1st 2024. Her hopping and running around ceased about August 2024. Her ability to leap was November 2024. However, by July 2021 our youngest daughter started calling her, "The Confused Bunny." As it appeared that she was forgetting where she was. I thought that to be a possibility, because so many things had changed and were happening in our family. My husband became terminal sud...

"Power In the Shadows":. ... Oh the Irony....😏 In late September 1970 I survived a house fire. It was before my eighth birthday. Initially, my brother who was age nine, my father and my mother forgot about me. I had been in a deep sleep from two injuries and an allergic reaction I'd had from a medicine for one of the injuries. I was dead to the world for four hours. I woke up stairs to smoked filled rooms I was groggy from the drug I was given after school As I got to the top of the thirteen stairs that lead to our kitchen that was on fire, I heard a commotion. Standing at the top of the staircase I realized as I had trouble breathing and I couldn't see a thing. It was what seemed a white smokey film. I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Moooom!!!!!" I took three steps down unable to see, then a hand pulled me onto my butt and dragged me down to the bottom of the stairs . I knew to stay on the ground. My Mom let me go, I crawled as I heard her tel...

As I watched for the second time “Arrow”, a DC series on Netflix last night, I’d realized something. Last night I’d begun re-watching the seventh season. It reminded me not only do the cast of characters age——but the characters they play, evolve as they also have aged. This morning like last night, the show was heavy on my mind the minute I woke up. I’d been cramming the second round of viewing the series, watching three shows a night. However, even during that second viewing, I know to turn down the volume when the fights breakout to not scare our two pet bunnies. Yes, they too enjoy watching television. The two elder bunnies are what we have left of our pets now. One will be 90 years old in 33 days and the other will turn 102.5 on Friday, Valentine’s Day. The one thing that appears to function the best on both our bunnies is their hearing. As I watch them age, the 90-year-old bunny still seems youthful. She did a wild ‘Happy-Bunny ‘   dance just the other day, as the older of...

“Why Does Anyone Need that much wealth?” I exclaimed to a friend of mine today. I added, “I have thought this on and off over the last decade. Yet, the past week, I’ve asked it out loud every day at least once a day in my kitchen alone.” She replied, “Well, it’s like you running. What drives you to keep running?” I had to think about that. I wondered if that was true. I stated, “So, they have enough for their great, great, great, great, great, great grandchildren? That makes no sense. And everybody dies. You’re not taking it with you.” Now, alone in front of my computer reading and studying for an economics course I’m taking; my mind whispered again, ‘But why does anyone go after so much wealth? It’s not the same as my running goals. Those goals are a two-way street. I run enough in training, so I can run enough to raise money for charity doing what may be an insane attempt of a feat on my feet someday, even in my sixties’. I have no clue when or if I can accomplish that level of r...