This past month and a half has been an emotional roller coaster. I would really like to get off now, kiss the ground and thank the heavens. I don't like them to begin since I tend to get motion sick. Emotional motion sickness is even worse. True story as a my honey would say. This …
Tag: depression
Moonday, Moonday
I am too tired to really do my beloved forum justice this week, but I feel bad letting a Moonday go by without a post. This past week, I have done a lot of resting and reflecting after an impromptu trip to Florida Hospital. I was the youngest person in the cardiac observation unit, a …
Bicycle Zen
Dew not yet dry as we roll down the street rolling, gliding, flowing our way through the morning rush, hardly noticed at all by traffic beeping and buzzing without thought hardly noticed at all, until we stop and wait entering and exiting their domain with push, a pedal Down goes the pedal, pushing pumping towards …
A Good Man… A Good Soul…
Over the weekend, I learned of the death of one of the men at my church. I didn't know him well, but he was the type of person who exuded warmth and love for his fellow-man. The type of person who brought joy into a room. For the last two years, my attendance has been …
Woods Revisited
In the night my tears did flow In the night I called for help Twisted words answered me back And cut my heart to rubies In the sparkling morn They showed me the way To a yellow wood A fork in the road A decision to be made In the night my tears did flow …
Dancing My Way Back to Myself
When I was a wee rose bud, I wanted to be a dancer. It didn't matter what kind; I just wanted to move to music. It also didn’t matter what the music was so long as there was rhythm to it. Momma taught the jitterbug and the twist in the living room to all of us. It was …
For My Sisters…
For my sisters around the world... You need to hear this, remember it and learn from it. You may think what I am about to say is too harsh that there is a more delicate way to put what it. There is, but being gentle and hiding behind euphemisms has only created more victims. …
Methods
If it had been a Knife I would have known If it had been a Fist I would have run away If it had been violent I would have screamed. But it was a Rose So I stayed and waited Then came Kind words So I listened and waited With all came deception But I …
Surrender
I lay down my sword All my weapons are yours I’m too tired to fight The battle never ends If you could see the way it is to me The way it wears and tears these mind games and power plays Eighteen years is too long to fight without victory in sight. Tired of fighting …
10,000 Steps a Day…
It's nearly noon and looking at my pedometer, I am more than 8,000 steps away from that goal. The first day with it, I didn't do very well; only 1,700 steps recorded. Of course, I left the darn thing at home while I ran errands. Today, I put it on right after my second cup …
Lucinda Rose 