Goddess Illumination: “Ariniti”
Goddess Illumination: Ariniti From the secret companion guide to the book, Her Legend Lives In You: The Untold Creation Story Honoring The Goddess And Our Daughters. As discovered by Myron…
Tag: growing up
A Bus Ride
This week I am re-sharing a Dear Dean Reader Favorite, A Bus Ride. Happy Writer Wednesday! Enjoy…
It was a mix of dread and anxiety. Excitement and embarrassment. And guilt, an emotion I didn’t understand in this context feeling this way about my mother.
It was a trip to the doctor with my mother. And it wasn’t the doctor that evoked these conflicting and overwhelming emotions and my first feelings of guilt about letting down my mother. And perhaps the strongest emotion though was the feeling of impending separation from her.
Church Stories. 5
Written by M.J.C Chapter 5 “Now the Young Lady was Beautiful of Face and Form” -Esther 2:7 Friday After Sundays, Friday nights were the biggest and best church nights. More people…
The Giant Bomb In The Sky
Written by M.J.C I had read about this in comic books: It was the end of the world. Or at least the start of World War III. I stared at…
The Bike Ride
It was a typical summer mid-afternoon day in Oakland. The weather was typically moderate and the sky was typically large and beautiful and we were outside typically playing, running, laughing, arguing, and riding our bikes between games of street football, baseball, and roughhousing.
The Greatest Poem Ever Written
The bird was a robin. It was sitting in the tree just outside the classroom. The teacher was quiet, having given instructions to take the remaining thirty minutes of class to construct our poem.
Driving Down The Delta
It all made sense now. The wind. The Sun. The Curls. She was welcomed (back) into her true element. The Mother, now known as Nature recognized her fully for she was a daughter.
A Bus Ride
It was a mix of dread and anxiety. Excitement and embarrassment. And guilt, an emotion I didn’t understand in this context feeling this way about my mother.
It was a trip to the doctor with my mother. And it wasn’t the doctor that evoked these conflicting and overwhelming emotions and my first feelings of guilt about letting down my mother. And perhaps the strongest emotion though was the feeling of impending separation from her.
