Monday, May 2, 2011

Time is Flying

Wow! I can not believe its already May...How did that happen? I have been thinking alot about how precious time really is. I remember the song "Sunrise,Sunset" that my foster Dad sang to me at my wedding many,many years ago.It is so true how time goes bye and we rarely stop to give it notice. I do know this, I am grateful for the time and memories that I do have, I hope I can just learn and take more time to see the Sunrise and the Sunset...Even if it is while standing on the edge. Let me know what is important for you, to do with the time you have...


Sunday, April 10, 2011

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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Burn out/ and a runaway muse

Well...I have officially decided I have BURN OUT with my book. Can't seem to come up with a D*#*# thing and have just wondered why I am writing it any way. before I find a large fire pit or the shreader become's my offical agent. Would someone like to share what they do to combat writers burn out.Another thought is perhaps my muse has went on vacation somewhere warm without me.I could use some advice, unless of course your muse is hanging out somewhere with mine. lol
If my muse does not return in the next few days she is so getting thrown straight over the EDGE.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Vince Gill - Go Rest High On That Mountain

Monday, February 21, 2011

When we are at the Edge

I never thought that when I titled my blog "Write to the edge" those words would ring in my ears in a much different way. These past few months of Jan and Feb of this year have been filled with sadness and mourning and have truly pushed my heart to the edge. My Father died after being ill and on a ventilator since the first of Dec. The hardest decision of my life was to let him go and wait until he did, Jan 13th 2011 he went on to a new journey, and even though I know it was the right thing to do and let him have his dignity...its hard to tell your Daddy goodbye. So with grief and sorrow my heart was broken.
Then again tragedy struck when a good friends home burned to the ground, they lost all of their possesions. Her family are safe and unharmed "what a blessing that no one was hurt" that is a test that can take you to the edge.
Then that very night another friend while checking on the friend who's home burned, got the call her husband was tragically killed. Leaving her and their young daughter behind. Again my heart is broken and immediately pushed to the edge with pain for them.
Trials are always in our path and heart break and grief all remind us that we are fragile, human,and mortal.I am also reminded that we are survivors, all of us. We have a drive deep inside to keep us going at even the darkest hour. Though I have been to my own personal edge, and wondered why this is happening all around me. I realize with each step I become a little stronger, and a little more fragile but also a little less afraid to stand on the edge, this is my journey the good and the bad.