life of a georgia Artist

   Jez Timms Thanksgiving is a time with family, friends ,and loved ones, but as 2020 keeps on being a shitty year, this year loved ones were on computers and phones saying Happy thanksgiving, which left many of us with the thanksgiving blues. This year has been so disjointed. It has twisted us, bent us, and tried to break us. We live in a perpetual state of darkness. Some of us are still working, but we rarely see our co workers and when we do, well then we are anxious and want them to go away fast. Life has changed from us being friendly to us feeling blue to us feeling anxiety. This year I was put on medication for anxiety. This year I did not see my kids for thanksgiving. This year sucks on so many level. While I realize I am lucky to still be working and food on my table, I also realize feeling blue is ok. This has been a year of great loss for many of us. We grieve what what used to do, the friends we used to hang out with, the places we could safely go and have fun and let loose

 Ten years ago I opened this blog. This sacred space where I share my words, both in poems and stories. One decade has seemingly flown by. In this sacred space with you and with me. I have shared so much of myself upon these "pages" that I feel you and I are friends. Like Meg Ryan says in You've got mail, I like to start our conversations as if we are dear friends, and you my readers are dear friends in my heart. If you have been with me since the beginning of this blog. Kudos!! My writing back then, lord you deserve an award for making it to this ten year anniversary.          Photo by  Adi Goldstein Ten years of writing. Do you have a favorite story? Did you read my witch series? I love this space we share. Right now I am in a dark season. My fiancé's health has gone down hill super fast where he ended up in the hospital fighting for his life. He is home and the battle continues, but perhaps there is a speck of light now at the end of the tunnel. Life on one day was

  Kris Atomic Who is with me when I say, " I MISS COFFEE SHOPS." I miss the connections, the conversations,the meeting new friends,meeting for a meeting. I am an introvert by nature and being a wall flower in a coffee shop allows me connections without speaking. I sit in a corner. I see peoples lives before me.  That man looks like a surgeon, that one looks like a manager, that lady with the three kids looks like she needs a jolt of caffeine fast before her kids get yelled at for her patience wearing thin. Coffee shops connect us, be it only for a short time, but they do. They are our third place. The place where we feel safe. The place where we come together as a community, but we each go out separate way. Covid, in its length, has forced new normals. It has forced us to change how we interact. We have zoom meetings with everyone with business up top and Pj's on bottom. We now visit our loved ones from the curbs. We talk through doors, screens, and everything else at a s

  alliso n christine   September is here. I felt a jolt of joy in my heart as I flipped the calendar this morning. Autumn is nipping at Septembers heels. Cooler temperatures are coming soon. The seasons are shifting and I feel every flicker as they do. Yes, this is my fifty-second fall, but yes, this is my season. Cooler weathers, windows open, breezes dancing with my curtains. This is my season of Joy! Fall comes in like a whisper. It is soft and gentle with us. It nudges summer slowly out of the way and leaves us yearning for campfires, for lit candles, for snuggles under cozy blankets, and dreaming of hot cocoa. This is a season filled with excitement. Pumpkin spiced coffee, breezes blowing my hair, the cat jumping from window to open window, trying to tell off the squirrels. This is the season of changing leaves, of raking, of trimming bushes and burning the cut offs. It makes me feel loved. It is as if the season has reached out its outstretched branches and nuzzled me in for so

  Photo from Gabriel Diwald on Unsplash Rainy days bring out the most emotions from my soul. They fill me with empathy, compassion,and a need to write. Rainy days are what I am thinking most of the time. Water washing us in soft light, pleasant sounds,a life stilled by the rain. We do not rush around in the rain. We stop, we regroup, we wait for the sun or at least a break in the storm. Sometimes my life feels like that storm. While life is not all sunshine and rainbows, I do wish it were a little bit nicer to me. I do wish it was kinder to my day. I could use a little less gloom and some more sun rays shining down on me. Life just seems to be so strained these days.  While Covid is still here, and seems to be settling in for the long haul, perhaps every other avenue of life needs to let up. Work, relationships, home stuff. Maybe the world could give us a break. Between stress and more stress which is mixed in with anxiety and everything else we can dream up, perhaps now is a good time

  Photo by   Tyler Lastovich Greetings from Georgia. I wanted to say hello to everyone and do a check in with you all. Italy, you were hit hard and fast at the start of covid, you are all in my prayers and I appreciate all the love and support you show my little blog. You are strong! I know the road has been difficult and the struggles are real, but know you are in my thoughts. I think I hold a soft spot in my heart for you all because my grandfather, God rest his soul, was born and raised in Naples. His parents moved to America when he and his seven siblings were pretty young. I did not grow up with a big Italian family as I was hoping for as their was some family rift. I only knew my grandfather in the large family. *Special shout out to Naples*  Everyone in America reading and supporting me, well what can I say, but thank you! Your following,support, and rooting me on ( I feel I hear you doing so) warm my heart so very much. I treasure you all and pray you are safe and well. Covid i

Jack Anstey   Our lives are like a river,  ever expanding, ever contracting. Our lives are the water moving, free flowing, dammed in places. Our lives are like a river, water flowing over hard objects, struggling to adapt, new surroundings,  rigid . Our lives are like the water, cold & warm in others, feeling everything dumped in/on us, leaving us unloved and not cared for. Our lives are like a river, figuring out our lives as we flow, confused on where to go, always losing ourselves to others. Our lives are like a river, frozen hearts & icy veins. letting people walk on us, leaving shards of our souls behind. Our lives are like the river, bending until we crack, new rivers forming, flooding us, leaving us a decaying  vessel. Our lives, yes our lives, flowing out of control,  pouring over where we should not be, trying to contain our world, Our lives never show emotions, never tell the truth, never answer  &qu

Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash Lately I have been thinking a lot about the process of slowing down. How does that look for me? I have hypertension and I am always go go go 1000% of the time. I recently took an online class and in it was a daily meditation. And while I loved the class, the meditation made me stop dead in my tracks, sit still and listen. I listened to my breath, my heart, and my soul. Getting me to sit still is a miracle, but I said if I was doing this class I was all in. I did the medications daily and I am still meditating. I am a bull in a china shop through life. I am a very strong independent women who is used to being in charge of myself, my house, my world. Through meditation I learned to slow down and listen to what my body and soul were struggling to tell me. I needed to slow down. I would not miss anything if I sat for five minutes a day and meditated. While the class is done, I still listen to the meditations. I still sit quietly at the end of the d

Photo by Daria Rom on Unsplash There are days when we feel rushed, where we have to be at eight places at the same time, but then there are Sunday's. Sunday leads to lingering. It slows us down. It allows us the freedom to read, to drink a second cup of coffee. It is a day of slowness. We hug our loved ones a little longer. We delve into the stories of past generations and we gather everyone for great food. Sunday's post Covid look way different, but they still allow us along time to read, do whatever makes your happy. Sunday's are for YOU! Recently I have been taking a class with  Susannah  Conway. It is called the Sacred Along.If you have not taken it I highly recommend it. It is Sunday for 14 days.She sends daily meditations that for this gal have been amazing. It is a constant reminder to slow down, hear your breathing, and relax. We build up so much tension and stress during the week that we need a day to let it all go. Like this smoke in the photo above. We ha

Pathway by Debbie Aruta                          Photo by Stephen Leonardi on Unsplash He opened the door to her heart when he said he loved her, but she wanted to close it due to not trusting him. Did he open it, or did he push it? She needed to know. Either way her heart was currently exposed for the world to break. Melting her soul like an ice cube on a hot radiator, she could see herself drifting away into his arms. Losing herself a little at a time just like the ice slowly  changing form, she was also. Everyday she yearned to be the person she used to be, the person she was before he arrived. She was sufficient, proficient, and reliant only on herself, Now she liquefied into him every time he was near, losing more of herself and becoming more of him. Why was her path on this particular journey, Wasn’t she enough alone for her own life to include happiness? Hadn’t she been content with life before his arrival? Now she worried, maybe she doesn’t understand love a

His Soul Drips Photo by Fernando @cferdo on Unsplash His soul drips down on me like a soft gentle rain. Caressing my arms, my nose, my eyes, and my soft lips. A Warmth felt deep inside me, like honey on the comb dripping. I feel my heart slowing, effortlessly sliding down into his arms. Hands reaching out to catch sun rays beaming down on me. Love touching his fingertips and mine, slowly connecting our journeys. Falling freely to a place of comfort, warm and non-judgmental, no longer hiding, truths, unyielding friendships, small steps always becoming closer. Breezes caress our cheeks lightly, as feathers lay weight laying upon our bodies. Filling up with the understanding, that this is it for all time, together. Choosing to work on problems instead of tear apart, looking at the good and the bad, but seeing it as one. Learning to trust in how we feel, and grow forward together. I hope this poem finds you safe and well. I know som

Good Morning, This is a poem I wrote in the midst of the insanity. I hope you enjoy it. Inner Turmoil  My life, my world, collapsed ideas, distraught feelings, fragments remain. Shards of memories body wracked in fear, a past better forgotten, left behind to bleed out. Human emotions wasted, my head lowered, never knowing what love required, only to be told again to go. Strangled passion, emotions wasted on the young, a hand not reciprocating, a love gone decades ago. I pray you are all well and peace has been made with the new normal. Life is mess right now. Take care of you!! your story teller/poet Debbie xoxoxo