Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Last night I dreamed I was dying. As the world fell away around me, I was free-falling. I thought to myself, so this is what it feels like to die. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for… Continue Reading “The World Beneath My Tree”
I am meditating in the garden. I hear a fluttering near me and open my eyes. There, beside me, is a large black crow staring, cocking his head, peering at me curiously. He speaks. “What are you doing?” “I am meditating, what are you doing?”… Continue Reading “The Crow and I”
Mom never allowed me to go see Daddy once he left me alone in the car to fend for myself. It was then I started visiting a family two houses down from him. Dad had taken me over there from time to time so… Continue Reading “My Refuge”
“Life Began in a Garden.” I have a garden. Life is teeming within this garden. Each spade of dirt yields a tangle of earthworms that have done their job well. Rich,dark, fertile life-giving earth. In the spring and summer, a flock of 20 or… Continue Reading “Growing Butterflies”
My dad grew up on the stage in Vaudeville. He was in his parent’s act. At a young age, he was on stage singing a song-“Mush,Mush.” I found this out years later from an old friend of his. He was a great dancer and… Continue Reading “The FlimFlam Man”
“My gentle lover whose tender touch gives me pause to wonder; how one caress can so deeply cause; my very soul to tremble, at the mere thought of your hand upon me again.”- Linda Lee Lyberg The room is brisk and chilly. I am awakened… Continue Reading “Inception of Day”
“The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.” Funny how my post the other day affected some people. People were reaching out to Pete (my husband) – “I hear Linda is having a tough time, I am sorry man. Let… Continue Reading “Altered State, Pt.2”
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