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Nancy

My Blog: A Potpourri of living life, paralyzed and confined to a bed, how I got this way, how I cope, and my perspectives. I am also a CSA, rape, and human trafficking survivor.

Some call me “Wildflower” because … I … survive … the sights that I see when I venture out, the joy of breathing fresh air, of reading and viewing for which I am grateful, yet I prefer my solace – Scorpio hidden in the universe amid twelve grandchildren and the story of humanity, self-deprecating and struggling with self-esteem and what people say; but there are always sea-foam green, teal, lavender, and yellow Brie, dark chocolate, cherries and the Mediterranean: people ask me for my recipes; I travel virtually and survive wildlife and crime to help fellow victims; I am the Witness, I am the Sentinel: welcome to my musings!

Post #69 – Oh, To Live in a Dream for More Than Just a Moment in Time

By Nancy on January 31, 2016 • ( 13 Comments )

It has been a rough couple of months for me physically and the pain has not abated, so what happened last night while I slept enraptured me when I woke up. I had exquisite vision last night during a dream. I danced! Pirouettes! Extraordinarily vivid. I literally felt […]

Post #68 – Broken Mirror – A Poem

By Nancy on January 25, 2016 • ( 5 Comments )

Is that really my reflection that I see? Or is it who you think I should be? A broken mirror that reflects no light turns a beautiful day into the darkest night. So when you get the urge to judge me, consider the stone you’re throwing. It may […]

Post #67 – A Cherished Childhood Memory – Happier Times

By Nancy on January 24, 2016 • ( Leave a comment )

An adventurous little girl, a scattering of red clay hills on a construction site, climbed to the top of her favorite mound of rosy mud, raised her hands to the sky and imagined flying like angels fly. A delicious aroma of Play Doh and musky wood mingled with […]

Stardust

By Nancy on January 24, 2016 • ( 3 Comments )

Originally posted on Sarah Doughty:
Twinkling nights combined with the soft blue light of the moon is nothing short of beautiful. Look upon the skies on those clear, crisp autumn nights. Smell the wood smoke combined with the leaves turning in the air. And you’ll see it too.…

Post #66 – We Sing Through Our Poetry, Prose, Photography, and Pain

By Nancy on January 23, 2016 • ( Leave a comment )

I have been “writing” ever since I was a child, but I never thought of myself as a writer. It is just a way of expressing myself in words. However, I’ve been told that I am a storyteller and I have plenty of stories to tell, as do […]

Post #65 – PTSD – Triggers Topple Like Dominoes – So I Created a Trigger Log to Recapture My Joy

By Nancy on January 20, 2016 • ( 2 Comments )

It baffles me how quickly joy can turn into sorrow, but once again, I find myself drowning in a pit of despair because of one well-intentioned but misspoken word, at least to me, when actually it was simply an innocent remark. Trigger: hypersensitivity to certain words toss me into […]

Post #63 – Nightfall – A Haiku

By Nancy on January 15, 2016 • ( Leave a comment )

Post #62 – Where Is That Place We Go To When We Dream

By Nancy on January 14, 2016 • ( 2 Comments )

Where is that lovely place we go when we dream? I don’t know where it is, but I can walk, and it’s just lovely. Not one night passes by that I don’t dream or have a recurring nightmare. I walk or dance in each one. Sometimes I wake […]

Post #61 – Why – A Poem – Living with PTSD

By Nancy on January 11, 2016 • ( Leave a comment )

She woke up and she wondered why Nothing much has changed since yesterday The pain is just as painful. Her body still shattered. So she wonders why. She dreams of a beautiful place and her entrance through a Heavenly doorway. But she woke up and realized she’s still here. So […]

Post #60 – Writing – Oxygen for the Soul

By Nancy on January 11, 2016 • ( Leave a comment )

I breathe via my writing. At sixty-four years old, confined to a bed, paralyzed, yet living with debilitating pain, it gives me reason to stay alive, along with a sense of self-worth. Writing released all that had been bottled up inside and torturing me for decades. It has […]