Do What You Can.
Leave the rest to your higher power.
You’re not in charge, remember?
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
We all write for different reasons. There are as many different reasons to write as there are writers. I’ve been writing off & on my whole life. But I didn’t give it any real merit or take it seriously until around 2011. Now, writing is a huge part of my life. One that I could not imagine being without.
My blog is a mixture of all kinds of things. From my personal experiences to the daydreams of short stories or poetry. It’s filled with my life. My hopes, my dreams, and my tragedies, fears, and setbacks.
But more than anything, it’s filled with healing.
Through my writing, I’ve been able to put voice to the many experiences in my life. This expression is an outlet. A way to shout, scream, kick the dog (figuratively, of course. I would NEVER kick sweet Rocket), cry or sing, soar and rejoice.
It’s a way to heal.
But not just for me. I hope that some of my writing has touched others. I’ve written many times about depression and its devastation on people. I’ve also written about family, loves and loss.
I have heard from several people that appreciate my writings and my attempt to inform and educate. I appreciate this more than you could ever know.
If my writing has touched you in some small way; if it has helped you heal in some small way, that makes me extremely happy. If my writing made you smile on a day where it was tough to smile, then it’s all been worth it. Because that’s what writers do. They touch others’ lives through their writing.
As always, thank you for joining me on this journey. ❤ Penny
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The caterpillar crawls upon the ground among the leaves and debris and only dreams of taking flight He can't help but envy his companions as they fly among the flowers They strut and flutter their dazzling colors flashing in the sunlight Disheartened he builds his encasement Blind and deaf he retires to his cocoon now an embryo waiting He willingly endures the silent darkness and dies a little death to attain the transformation and awaken his dream Then, finally set free he awakens from that dark tomb reshaped a different being Stretching his newly found wings his glorious colors on display He takes flight among his friends savoring the flowers and the sun No longer a caterpillar but at last his dream has come true he is a fully formed Butterfly Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson *This was inspired by my dear friend over at The Reluctant Poet. Thank you, Chuck.
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*I was describing my experience of seeing the eclipse yesterday to my friend over at Minnesota Prairie Roots and she challenged me to write about it. Thank you, Audrey. ❤ Above is the result of that challenge. I hope you enjoyed my efforts.
I was broken
as never before
when I realized
that the key to my heart
the one you
had always
possessed
had been cast away
left among the
other debris
in your life
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I’ve been busy with projects around the house, outside as well as inside! Here is another peek at what I’ve been doing in the hallway. I will give more complete views at a later date.
The back half of the hallway is a big part of the transformation and will take some time to improve. What you see now is just the plywood subfloor. Ugly, right? More later! Stay tuned! 🙂
Thank you for joining me on this journey. ❤ Penny
Thank you for joining me on this journey. Penny ❤
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