I’ve come to realize my journal practice can be a form of prayer. I’ve become more aware of the importance of how I express myself in writing.
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My Snow Walk on the Wild Side
It’s a day of cold and snow. I’m walking the nature road/trail I take almost every day. Everything is covered lightly in snow, and I inhale deeply, the cold crisp air I love.
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Does Aloneness Equal Loneliness?
When I was younger, I wanted someone to love me and accept me for who I was. It was a tough racket as it was hard to find someone on the same page as I was. As I got older, I began to realize that what I truly wanted was just to feel love, and that love had to come from the universal love force. So, it was true that I was looking for love in all the wrong places. Once I realized this, I began to enjoy my own company, and being alone was something I began to appreciate even more.
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Do You Fear Your Power?
Do you ever wonder if your power is something you don’t quite know how to handle? Do you ever find that your power can put fear in your bones and have you scuttle for the nearest ditch you can find?
Happens more than you might think.
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The Woman on the Shore; a flash fiction story.
I find something mysterious about water after dark. It’s like no other mood. The air is still. The moon casts silver on black tar. I sit here after a walk because I like the mystery.
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Can you be Grateful in Tough Times?
“Enough is a feast.” ~ Buddhist proverb
It has taken a good part of my lifetime to get the gist of being grateful. I am also aware of the difference between being grateful for what I have and knowing when to let something go and make a change.
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Passage
Look and see the beauty and the mystery of darkness. See this as a time of rest.
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Down with Expectations
I’ve recently had to think about how I can process certain emotions. I spoke aloud to myself. I do this sometimes – well, quite often actually. Why is it even when I keep a gratitude journal, count my blessings and all the rest of it, I can still feel sad, mad, etc.? This was my conclusion:
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Put the Kibosh on Shame
There is an emotion that comes up from time-to-time that can be difficult for me to identify.
It is SHAME.
Shame is not a feeling. Shame is an emotion that comes from lies I tell myself. It comes from being triggered.
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In Memory of My Mother
My mother’s passing was in April of 2011 and as I still think about her I hold a mixed bag of memories. Our relationship was a rocky one: the fights, the screams, the butting head… She also expressed her love for me in ways I could never have expected. I hold all of these memories dear.
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Julie A. Vermette 