Her Feet
I stare at the hard, calloused skin on her feet And I hate them - they repel me. I screw my nose up as I…
Re-Blog: Grieving a Lost Self
https://andrewjbauman.com/grieving-a-lost-self/ Andrew covers a lot of different topics on his website as a therapist and someone who shares his own story very openly, including a…
A Tinge of Blue
The bells are ringing violet again On sheltered woodland carpets and pathways in Spring. Their buds falling open like soft waves of hair, released from…
The Sin of the Single Life
I am starting to feel the sin of being on my own. I keep seeing this same advert and there was something about it that…
BELIEFS ABOUT FATHER
Dennis Arthur Falloon (My Dad) My father recently passed and even though I know he continues his life, in his spirit body and that he…
VULNERABLE WOMEN
I went to the beach today as many things have happened in the last few days that have brought up many different types of feelings…
True Tears Come
It always amazes me how deep our grief goes. For many of us we don't even know how much grief, how much sadness we hold…
The Truth Of It All 