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Standing with Your Tribe!

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                                                         Photo by  Janko Ferlič  on  Unsplash Recently I wrote a piece on relationships and losing one self. I ponder why we sometimes accept less then we deserve. We are happy so we don't deserve more? We had our fill for the year, so clearly we need to give our morals, our respect for ourselves, our life over to someone else and let them do what they want with it? You may think I am a bit crazy but let's look at your life. You grew up with whatever beliefs and morals that were instilled into you by the adults you had it your life. Uncle Jack says, "Women should be like a good book, seen on a self, but never read (or heard) and you shut up when you had an opinions. Aunt Charlene said "Women should be beautiful so when they are seen the men can take pride in them." And you always look nice every time you are with your person and you sit quietly like a church mouse and never pipe up because that would be insult

Writing & When is Enough

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                                                    Photo by  Green Chameleon  on  Unsplash Writing for me came on like a bad itch that I could not scratch. I could not write well enough, use the right verb tenses (still struggling with this one), and never thought my imagery was good enough or the energy of my piece was palpable enough. Some writing pieces just had no heart, some had no voice, and some no pulse and they needed to be shot into the ozone of the recycle basket and immediately dumped into the ether world. Sometimes writing is a chore, sometimes it is a gift, but always it is necessary! People ask me all the time how I knew I wanted to write. I earned my English B.A. in June of 2016, and we can say that gave me the gumption to write, but honestly didn't I just write for four years. Yes my writings were based off readings and research, but I was the one who's voice came through and I was the one who put all those millions (yes millions) of words together coher

Living Life

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When I dream of a good life I dream of where I am right now. I have grown kids, I work a great job, I enjoy reading, writing, and living my best life. I seem to notice other people's misery though. It seems to me that so many people are dealing with so many different things. I am one of the mind of share my life and maybe others will learn, will see, will feel the joy I feel in the everyday. I am a soulful & joyful person. When your daily stuff gets you down you have a choice to make. You can choose to wallow or you can choose to remind joyful. Life has its twists and turns. It comes and it goes in waves, but I believe how you see your day, how you view your life, is the key to great happiness. No I am not happy all the time, but I see joy in every little bit of life. True joy comes from deep within. I truly believe that, but there are times when we cannot reach deep and get through all our darkness to see the light. I get it. I have been there. Know though if you are in th

Lil Creek Divine

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                                   Photo by  Andy Mai  on  Unsplash Going with its Poetry Month, here is another poem I wrote. Wandering through the forest deep, listening to the creatures peep, I lost heart along the way,  praying it will come back another day. Magic waters heal my soul, flooding over my camisole, weigh me down within your stream, hold me close and let me scream. Hear my cries to be reborn, rush over my life that was torn, make me whole once again, lift my sins & keep me sane. Life is once again anew, I am no more askew, Feel my heart beat deep again, Because of that Divine Creek: AMEN! Hope you like the new poem and have a happy Tuesday! Your story teller/poet Debbie xoxo

National Poetry Month & Some Chickens

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Photo by  Annie Spratt  on  Unsplash He ran from my hand, he fell away from my love. He roamed free and wild, never again to love truly. She had a gypsy soul, her heart wandered from love. She went where the wind blew, never to have a home. They fell in love while each was lost, they connected and gave their hearts. Together their wandered, together: love binding them forever they thought. Together broken, forever only a year. Together they faltered, each leaving with pain deep inside. He roamed the roads freely, she cried through the nights, he wandered blindly, she leaped into her fear openly. Each finding the road clearly, each holding onto their fear tight, each learning to love blindly, Only to find each other again at night. Dreams told their reality, they were connected in perception. Reaching out for a love, a love so distraught, never to find each other, both left with their thoughts. And with that we are on