Browsing Category: Journal Pages

        I am a morning person more than nights.  I like when day and world both feel new, not tired and worn and trodden.  If to be alone and in mind to self, I’d rather it be in beginning than in end.  In beginning, mind goes to all it hopes and dreams in day to live.  At […]

        Do you ever have a day when you feel like throwing up?  The devil fills your mind with horrible thoughts and you know you should but can’t let them go?  Bitterness, enmity, all you know you shouldn’t hold—but are in you still—rising, just beneath the surface—bubbling in—wanting to boil over and spill their invective?   […]

        4AM, I couldn’t sleep, woke and been up since one.  I slept downstairs as Bridgette packed, bedroom organized and laid out for the ten day trip in which I’ll remain behind—right or wrong—on the self and professional guilt that the fieldwork is not done and, another body short on the farm and having […]