I've changed my "About Me" because I think I am a different person now. I'm still disgustinly deep but I am so much more relaxed. I am 53 now, just having had a birthday, and I find that I am looking forward to getting older. I like what I see in the mirror but it just doesn't seem to be the same when I see pictures of myself. I try to stay out of camera range.
I am still writing my book. My brother-in-law has stopped asking me for more because he knows how easily I get side-tracked.
I joined a "Ghost Hunting" team even though I don't actually have to HUNT for them. I like belonging to a group with the same interests as mine. I get excited now about spiritual contact...rather than always being afraid.
My world has not collapsed...not like I feared it would. I still feel like I am alone with the exception of my kids, but they have grown now and have their own lives to lead. My husband pretty much leads his own life, too. I don't feel a part of his and I really have stopped worrying about it.
I find wonder in everything. I wonder who else stands outside and watches storm clouds gathering. Who else tries to get the different scents from each flower, or the different feel of each evergreen tree. Am I strange because I am amazed at the different sizes in night crawlers? I wonder if you can taste a difference between the regular dirt and the black dirt that our onion farmers use. I'm not obsessed, but when I see different things...I wonder.
My passion is ...
My children
I know too much about ...
Podiatry
My parents always told me ...
You're not as good looking as you think
My childhood ambition ...
Be an actress
My favorite memory ...
Learning to read
Why I write ...
I can say all the things on my mind without speaking them
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Stephen King, Lost, American Idol, Talk Radio
My first job ...
Dish washer, at the age of 13
My best moment ...
Realizing that being psychic was special...not evil
My inspiration ...
Sunshine, flowers, Heaven, my kids, may not be in that order.
I wasn't dizzy and I wasn't afraid. I SHOULD be but that particular emotion was so far removed from my body and soul...wait...my body? How could my body be way up here? I can feel the wind in my face but I can't feel my face. I feel my hands but I can't see them. I do not feel the pull of gravity. There is a gentle wave of the leaves of each tree as I pass over them. There is no sound coming from me...even as I know my mouth is forming questions. I know where I'm going. I've been here before. I've been UP HERE before. I spread my arms out before me and even though I can't see them, I know ...
More..T.L. Winters
Vernon, New Jersey US
Member since: February 2008
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