
Silent Sunday



Oh, my. I wish I was more at ease with myself and around others. Anxiety, I’ve come to realize of late, has weighed on me my entire life. Rooted in self-doubt – no doubt! – I’m always overthinking, overanalyzing and my body always pays the price. Psyche too, I am certain.
I picked up a book at Barnes & Noble recently called The Anxiety Handbook, and I’m trying to use deep breathing, stretching & excercise – movement (!) – to relax my body, undo the knots, and make myself whole. An ongoing process, to be sure.
We recently bought a boat and I am very much looking forward to next summer, being on the water, relaxing to the soothing sound of the waves and the beauty of nature all around us. In the meantime, lots of self-care, enjoying my passions & pursuits while appreciating the many good things in my life!
One lazy summer afternoon, sitting in the shade on our patio, I wrote this poem, which was published today in Issue 56 of the Lowestoft Chronicle, “perspectives on travel & the like…” I love their ‘mission’ which is ‘to form a global “think tank” of inquisitive, worldly scribblers, collectively striving towards excellence and, if possible, world domination.’
I like to think I’m the inquisitive type but world domination just might be a stretch. Shrug. We shall see.
In the meantime, here’s the link to my poem we live near the airport. I hope you’ll like it!









A few photos for Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
As they used to say on Sesame Street, this week’s challenge is sponsored by the color GREEN.


peanut ring half-gone
I blame the squirrel
blue jay proves me wrong

Another one of my poems was published today in the Volume 22, Number 2 issue of Stickman Review. I was inspired to write bless me father for I may have sinned on a warm, sunny morning in June and I hope you’ll like it. As always, THANKS for looking!
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