Stolen Words are my compilations of lyrics used to make a new piece of prose of sorts. The lyrics are ‘stolen’ from the songs I hear while listening to SiriusXM. Below is a piece I wrote in response to the tragic events in Orlando last weekend.
I am not gay. I am not transgender. I do not know how it feels to be physically and emotionally attracted to another woman. I do not know what it is like to not be able to identify with the gender I was born as.
But I do know about love. Continue reading
Stolen Words are my compilations of lyrics used to make a new piece of prose of sorts. The lyrics are ‘stolen’ from the songs I hear while listening to SiriusXM.
I have been trying to write a piece about the mass shooting in Orlando since Monday. I was attempting to stay focused on the positives like love and acceptance, maybe even forgiveness. I was trying to avoid the negatives running around in my mind like anger and fear. But as I listened and stole the lyrics, I realized two pieces were emerging. One coming from the brighter side of my heart, one coming from the darkness in my mind. So I decided to surrender to my own internal battle and let both pieces have a voice. Continue reading
Okay, I suspect the answer is thanks but no thanks, I already have enough struggles in my life. Well, if that’s the case, fine. Thank you for your politeness but I’m gonna give you a few more anyway. They might make you scream and pull even more precious hairs out of your head. If you have any hair that is of course. And heck, some of you might even thank me for them later on.
It is my Understanding that the prompt / challenge pingbacks are working again – WOOT WOOT!!! Thank you WordPress folks for your time and effort in fixing this for us!
Here’s a bit of what I’ve learned / been reminded of since the issue started on Tuesday …
- We truly are a community ’round here aren’t we? From raising our voices via the support avenues to let them know about the issue, to supporting each other’s posts REGARDLESS of if their pingbacks worked or not.
Change happens when the pain of holding on becomes greater than the fear of letting go.
Spencer Johnson, author of Who Moved My Cheese?
For some years now, that quote has been a favourite of mine. Though I have read Who Moved My Cheese?, I actually first heard it when I was in a treatment centre for drug & alcohol abuse. I can still feel the jaggedness of the lump in my throat, the barrenness of the pit in my stomach, and the sting of the tears in my eyes as those words penetrated my entire being. But that’s how life goes sometimes, doesn’t it? It hits you like a ton of bricks.
At first, that ton of bricks knocked me down. And I fell hard. But that’s the thing about hitting a bottom isn’t it? Once you realize where you are, there’s only one place to go from there. Up. And one of the best ways I’ve learned how to move upwards and onwards is to embrace the lessons that are in the very same bricks that knock me down. And so I did with those words. And I changed. And for that, I hope to remain eternally grateful. Continue reading