If I could I would gather all the words from the wild, pick them like berries and press them into these pages to bleed them, beautiful, into my notebook I would chase syllable streams that refresh dry banks and stop. at the quarry where I will cut confused hands on stone, going… Read More I Would Gather All The Words
Holisticpedia: [Blog-eye-tis] Blog withdrawal refers to a group of symptoms that may trigger from prolonged hiatus in posting after sustained blogging. There is no way to predict how an individual will respond in the abstinence. If you plan to break for a month after blogging drunkenly for a minimum of a year, you should consult… Read More Blogitis
I, Holistic Wayfarer, take thee [Insert name], to be my WordPress-registered partner. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I pledge to thee my abiding support in sickness and in health, in the homeschooling and holiday breaks (well, more during the breaks), for richer for poorer ~ no matter your blog size ~… Read More My Vows…To You
When a sentence was not halfway out of my mouth this particular morning, Mr. Wayfarer’s phone beeped. As I continued talking, I saw I’d been trumped by Text Almighty and the dialogue had turned into a soliloquy. I got mad at the ready disregard for my words, at Husband’s adulterous adoration of his phone. I… Read More Not Getting Through Husband
Dear God, You caught that I’m not feeling too great but please don’t seize the occasion to take me home. At least let me get my Valentine’s series out. It’s not like you need me. Far better writers over there. And once I’ve arrived, I won’t be going anywhere, right? No hurry, no hurry. ——————… Read More I’m Not Ready to Die
this epicurean sea of wildflowers and opus white blossoms stirs beneath a rising day she spills seminal secrets as the bees and winds drive pollen grains and promise past the velvet parting into stigma and style with the marksmanship of knowing. this field, voluminous womb, awash with prose drinks the sun that climaxes overhead. a… Read More field of words
Make me cry Make me wonder Give me chills, my assumptions sunder. Make me bellyache and slap my lap, not wince. Convince me you’re the real deal. Mix me a drink Hold the sugar. I have expensive taste, please – richer, fuller Teach me something high or low, so much I don’t know We don’t… Read More I Challenge You
This happens not to be how I view my blogging but this metaphor is built into every one of our blogs. You’ve all done sales. Every time you’ve recommended a book, movie, or restaurant, you were doing it. And every referral of yours that someone’s followed through on showed either your delivery was good or… Read More But Everybody’s Doing It
I don’t like having more than one of anything. It feels wasteful. I mean, one hairbrush will do. My wedding dress and cake had no decorations, no ribbon or flower. Nothing. In my day-to-day, I map out the most efficient route for errands. Lose time and you’ve lost the irretrievable. It hit me that the… Read More I Enjoy Stripping
Elmhurst was really a town back then, not too fond of change though the quiet was punctuated by noise you’d expect of a New York city. Depending on who your neighbors were, you got the occasional Mariachi outside your window or the Mexican bass throbbing under your feet. Elmhurst housed people in boxes, brick apartment… Read More The Floor I Couldn’t Reach
A Holistic Journey 