Saturday, November 21, 2009

Today

I have been working hard and appreciating that I have a therapy appointment once a week to keep me accountable. I am still editing quite a lot. I can do that right in my head. I have a congested ear right now which is exacerbating my ringing in the ears. The ringing is loud in my head and to me this is ironic because the words in my head have built up so much pressure I have to let them out.

The voice inside is gently pushing me toward honesty and letting what is locked up in here out. I think this is the reason I have struggled so mightily to write, I just have not been willing to be honest. I think maybe I wouldn't have to work so hard if I could just be honest because here in today I truly have a great deal of peace and so many blessing.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Update

I have heard from Kate this morning as her bus had stopped in Cove Fort, Utah. She is anticipating the completion of her journey early this evening and can't wait to be off the bus! She is grateful for all of our good wishes and support.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Kate

Just letting you know that Kate will be rolling in to Denver around Midnight. She sounds great.

I talked to Kate last night...

Last night I talked to the lovely Kate as her bus made a stop in Columbus, Ohio. She sounded happy to be on her way. I will post each time that she calls so that we can all know that she is safe. Safe is such an important place, feeling, state of being. I admire Kate so much for the example she has shown me. She is willing to sacrifice everything to be safe.
We are sending Gentle Healing Thoughts to you Kate.

Friday, November 6, 2009

I don't know why..

I don't know why
for a person full of so many words
I have so few to share.

I don't know how to put into
words what is going on inside.

I do know that I am trying,
trying to find them
trying to understand the words inside.

Like a new language
a language I must teach myself
because it has never been heard before
at least by ME,
I am listening I am learning
I have not gone away
at least not for long.




I know why the caged bird sings
by: Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

my editor..


The editor part of me is working overtime. I don't know if she is part of Big Vicki or little vicki. I hope speaking the truth in a picture will help me.