My intention with this blog is to talk about things important to me and share some of what I have learned from mistakes, negative life experiences as well as good choices and positive experiences. I want to share life with whoever would like to share theirs. This is my first blog so if it isn’t perfect that’s ok. Bear with me and we can learn together from and with each other. I am just a person like you looking for meaning and purpose in a chaotic world. I chose lemons as my topic because no matter how hard we try to make our lives what we want somehow lemons show up. We all get lemons at some time or another in life, right? Some lemons suck more than others, but no matter how you cut them they are still lemons (fruit you didn't intend to harvest in life). What matters isn't the exact kind of lemon you get or how big or sour it is compared to someone else’s (it is what we choose to do with that lemon that creates meaning in our life). What can we do with the lemons ...
Have you ever wished you could travel back in time? After being so deeply connected to my dear departed Great-Aunt yesterday through the fragrance of roses, it got me thinking about the number of times a smell or an odour has transported me to another time or place. Scent can be a powerful memory trigger. No need for a fancy device to take you places. Sense of smell is a tool I often use in my creative writing to help make my imagined world more real and three-dimensional. The smell of the ocean – that good, clean briny smell – always relaxes me and makes me happy. It reminds me of my grandfather, who often took us sailing. The smell of spicy rum reminds me of him too. Lavender reminds me of my Grandma. When I was little and couldn’t sleep she would sprinkle a little lavender water on my pillow, and give me some on a hanky as well. Even now, when I have trouble sleeping, I reach for the lavender oil and am reminded of my Grandma’s love and kindness. Lavender also reminds me of fa...
I was a rotten teenager. I was mean and manipulative, trying to get my way at any cost. Like many young girls in high school. I managed to sabotage, time and time again, the most precious relationship in my life: my relationship with my mother. My mother gave birth to me at 24 age, even today, my former behavior astonishes me each time I reach into my memories. Hurtful comments that cut and stung anger the people I cared most about. Acts of confusion and anger that seemed to rule my every move-all to make sure that things went my way. But then when I asked myself why. Why the need to hurt? and why the people I cared about the most? Why the need for all the lies? Why the attacks on my mother? I didn't want to inflict any more pain on people to cover up what I was truly trying to hide...
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