A little free verse on this Saturday afternoon. When was the last time I laid down anything close to poetry? I can’t remember either. But I did dream this last night. My dream lover also had water falling from the eyes. It was one of those (many) times I wished I could go right back…
Author: Renaissance Heart
Wellness Enthusiast
Eleventh Hour Tolls For Me
I’m trying to decide whether or not to keep this blog. Counting this one I wrote five posts the entire year of 2022. Five posts. The domain and annual subscription is up for renewal this month and I wrote five posts. My most quiet year to date. Why keep the space? Why keep paying for…
Every Wrong Answer Tells A Story
Continuing my series of posts for things I find on the run, I give you another oddly placed floral foundling. I’ve found flowers on the run before but none quite so . . . flamenco dancer. I mean, how hubba hubba is this beauty? I found her just off the sidewalk in the park, dropped…
Cons’ Piracy
Sometimes small villagers come over to my estate to play. I have especially good grounds for play, romp and frolic. Some of these small villagers cannot play on their own lands because there are fiery beasts. They have no staff to eradicate the beasts so they travel to my estate for outdoor relief. They often…
Potency In Two Paragraphs (Per Day)
Old school journaling will always be my first love but the new school hybrid of workbook in journal form? That’s my current love affair; providing I can get my hands on one based upon wellness practices but NOT unnecessarily preoccupied with goal-setting and achievement. I’m still searching for a magical mash up of workbook, journal,…
Brave New Work
So where were we? We were on a waiting list for a mental health evaluation. As it turned out, I didn’t have to wait as long as predicted. I was told in June I couldn’t be seen by anyone until September. The Universe conspired in my favor. While I waited an appointment opened up in…
A Brave New Wait
I’m here. I’ve been missed. Michele reached out and told me so. I’m stunned to realize I’ve posted nary a word in nearly six months. Nary a photo. Nary an opinion, poem, or story. Six months. In my mind it has only been half that time, which is why I don’t rely on the good…
I Can Describe The Ruckus, Sir
Remember Ally Sheedy’s character in the The Breakfast Club? Allison Reynolds. The Basket Case. The freak show. She slunk into the yoga studio, plunked herself down in a lobby chair, and immediately turned her back to the room. She sat hunched, eyes down, body language screaming leave me alone — don’t look at me, don’t…
Begging A Thousand Pardons
She said she’d been impulsive and signed up for an endurance race. She felt motivated by the challenge. Thinking it over later she said she’d better get her training started because she’s old and chubby. She started her training today with those words. Public words, about herself; framed as a joke and the joke carried…
No Good Reason
Before I draft these posts I sometimes organize my thoughts in a journal. No, that’s not true. I blabber my thoughts freestyle into a journal and then I index those freestyle blabs so I can find my notes later when I’m ready to write more formally. It’s not organized at all. It’s certainly nothing fancy….
The Wipe Felt Around The World
When my packages are misdelivered and end up on my neighbor’s porches, I generally get them back without actually interacting with my neighbors. It is a silent ritual we all observe. We all walk next door or across the street and place each others’ packages upon the correct porches without ringing bells or knocking upon…
What Did You Call Me?
The black printer was a dinosaur. It sat in the floor for four years, untouched. It was huge, heavy, and probably expensive when it was purchased new. It was placed in the corner those four long years ago, waiting for a piece of furniture to be acquired which could accommodate its dimensions. The furniture never…
The Renaissance Heart 