Writing runs in my family. My great aunt was a poet. Both my grandfather and my father are published historians. I have been published in a small literary magazine and earned honorable mentions in another literary publication for creative non fiction and
+ more bio informationQuestion of Silence I write another page in the journal of my life, words painstakingly etched in black and white and contemplate in bittersweet solitude my fate, my place in the Grand Scheme and question whether to keep within emotions rooted deeply or bestow my hearts song; I lament in weakness, pretend that I am strong an... More..
Testimonies: Being a victim of spiritual abuse He set himself up as the final authority in all matters concerning the church. He was not to be questioned, demanding complete loyalty. Having the final word and always being right took priority over the welfare of the people. He told us over and over again that we were all one.... More..
Why We Write The Question of Profession We write because for reasons known only to the universe, we were given a gift, a responsibility, and a love for the written word. Words heal, words wound, words transport us to different realities. We write because we love the process, the forming of thoughts, the describing of emotion... More..
Doubting Santa One Childhood Christmas As a grandmother I have the opportunity to experience Christmas through my young grandsons' perspective. The purity of young children creates magic and makes the celebration of love so cherished. The joy on their faces on Christmas morning is a magnificent gift. There will come a time w... More..
flora plants of words are tiny sprouts often crushed under the boot of dullness and criticism but through belief my pen to paper act of creating they may bloom like a cactus flower under the scorching sun or a lotus blossom rooted in watery depths in a turquoise pond of dreams. More..
AN UNEXPECTED GIFT My life that winter seemed nothing but endless drudgery, hectic and filled with chores. Carrying firewood, keeping the stove stoked, filling kerosene lamps and doing laundry were the most time consuming. I didn't have a washer and dryer and carried five gallon buckets of laundry to and the community laundr... More..
When will these bleak days pass? I retreat into the stillness of my mind and yearn to be inside my mother's womb curled beneath her heart, profoundly loved but in this cave of my inner world I cannot escape or deny the tragedy of war and the magnitude of arrogance that plagues those in power who have misled us; We are perche... More..
Connecting With Your God What if God were also feminine? Certainly that idea was not a part of the concepts that were taught to me as a child. God was definitely a father, not a mother. God was also someone "up there" in "heaven", unattainable except through prayer. I didn't have much trouble with these ideas when I was a ch... More..
Mistress Winter Winter is without light, She clutches me with icy fingers, Her bones are shards, she has no heart and regards me with the disdain mastered with such precision. I feel weak and tired, defenseless against her. Must I accept this cruel mistress and weep my days away? Rather I will sleep and dream and heal warmed... More..
Book Review of a New Earth. Awakening to Your Life's Purpose by Eckhart Tolle "Who am I"? You may ask yourself this question in quiet moments of contemplation and you are not alone in this wondering. This question is one of the ages, often coupled with, "What is my purpose?" In his book A New Earth, published by Namaste Publ... More..
S.D. West
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