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My Kevlar Vest

I’ve joked in the past about how much I hate it when my heart skips a beat - or leaps.The inevitable hammering afterwards is most unpleasant! That said, I’ve decided to add a layer of grief and shock to this... Continue Reading →

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Planting Season

I believe that people are very much like plants- thriving (or not) according to the nutrients they receive. Even the most hardy of us requires a constant supply of the 'good stuff'. (I lost my aunt last week and we're... Continue Reading →

I’ve Got This

Sometimes in life we try to make sense of conflict by using the emotional tools at our disposal. Because every action is powered by a motive, I imagine that we could easily confuse our weapons and our wounds. How on... Continue Reading →

So Much….

I've had my Dad on my mind lately. He was always there for a kind word and ...everything else. God rest his soul. There is so much pain when a person dies from the top of your head to the... Continue Reading →

Once Upon A Pipe

When driving, I keep my eyes on the road. I might occasionally steal a glance in my rearview mirror- and certainly NEVER stare behind me. That ought to be how we live- facing the future-otherwise you're bound to crash. Having... Continue Reading →

Broken

  How can you see life without  first being broken? It's amongst the shards of yourself that you find your gifts -hidden below layers of hubris below layers of smiles below an untrained mind just waiting for you ©Vivian Zems... Continue Reading →

Seize the Day…All of it!

How easy it is to be swept through a day...to be buried under a tsunami of worries and chores. We each cope differently with this stress..some better than others. I've learned that if I don't harness my mind to gain... Continue Reading →

Another 24 Hours

There’s nothing like fiery passion to fuel dreams. It pays to write down your dreams and your goals - constantly revisiting them until a fire is lit. I find it opens the mind’s eye to the bigger picture. There’s nothing... Continue Reading →

Playing for Time

Nervously biting my nails and tapping my left foot impatiently while staring at the clock of time…..these qualities are so not me. Is it a blessing or curse to be imbued with patience? That, I can never tell. Some would... Continue Reading →

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