Weathering The Storm’s Of My Life

This week, over in The Sandbox (Writing Challenge) we’re going to get a little serious again. We all go through tough times in our lives. Some more so than others. Put your thinking caps on and sort through your experiences, then tell us…

What is one of the worst emotional storms you’ve

weathered in your life?

As always, remember to include a link to this post on YOUR blog post. Or if your response isn’t overly long, feel free to leave it in the comment section below. If you would like to play with us and see the previous prompts, they’re listed in the menu at the top of the blog in The Sandbox Writing Challenge. But please feel free to just jump in wherever we are at the moment! After all, the prompts are really for YOU to get to know YOURSELF. So man your lifeboat and take us on your journey…

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As I’m sure most people have, I’ve weathered my share of ‘storms’……as a young child, I was abused by a man sworn to protect the public, who was trusted and revered by many. As a teen, a physically abusive relationship would eventually send me into the arms of my first husband and an abusive (mentally & emotionally) first marriage. Through the prompts of my first Sandbox Writing Challenge, I came to accept the things I had endured, I forgave and made my peace, understanding that all those things were meant to be part of my journey……because all those things had to occur, in order for my journey to lead me to my Jim and the adventure that was our life.

The pain of those circumstances though, in no way could prepare me or compare to the pain of losing Jim. His death brought a pain and emptiness to my heart I’d never known before….His death also brought about major changes and more losses. I lost my best friend, my confidant, my partner, my everything. With his death, I lost a huge piece of my heart and my self….. Not only did death take Jim, death inadvertently took away the island home we loved, friendships were and are still being severed. Not only did I lose the love of my life, I lost the life I loved.

Yet…Today, week 81..567 days without My Jim…proves that time does not stand still.

With all that lost…as time has moved forward, so have I. New discoveries have and are being made. I actually discovered a part of myself I never knew existed. A stronger, more independent Linda is emerging out of the darkness of loss. With each passing day, I am growing and redefining who Linda is. New friendships are being forged…a new space is Finally feeling like home, ready for me to plant both my feet and grow new roots…..

My emotional storms have tested me from a very early age, and though I did not walk away from them totally unscathed, my emotional scars reminders of those ‘storms’….I Am A Survivor and A Thriver and I will continue to be so………Because to do anything less is just Not Acceptable.

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Misty Morning

It’s been a while since I’ve sat my rear-end down to even attempt to write. I took a walk with a new friend yesterday. We walked, talked and got to know each other a bit better. I shared some of my story and background with her, including my blog and the finding of my voice, and the loss of it again. Cause that’s what I feel like..I’ve lost it and it’s time to find it again.

I hope our talk helped her as much as it did me. I went to sleep last night, setting the intention in my head to schedule time to ‘write’ or at least think about writing…………I’m ready to jump back in.

So this morning, I awoke, looked outside and was greeted with this….

Mother Nature inspired and provided…..

Morning arrives,

riding in on the wake

of the cold

of the previous evening.

Sunlight is shrouded.

We are blanketed beneath

and all around,

by the veil of chill and fog.

Oak tree standing tall.

A sentinel keeping watch.

Silhouetted

against the misty background.

There is an air of mystery all around.

A stillness,

that is broken only by an unseen scampering

across fallen dead leaves

And

The occasional caw of a blackbird,

hidden in the mist.

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And That’s A Wrap!!! 🖋

 

Morning Light Paints The Sky

Fiery Orange and Yellow.

Marsh Water Is All Aglow

In The Reflected Light.

Earth and Sky

Awaken, In A Blaze Of Glorious Color.

~me~


Day 20 of Writing 101 is here! This has been an enlightening little journey for me. It pushed me to step out of my comfort zone and dig deep inside myself, to search and find my words. For a quote hound like myself, finding my voice and using my own words is huge. I’m finishing this ‘course’ feeling accomplished and even a bit proud of myself.
I appreciate those of you who stopped by and liked, commented and critiqued.
And a big Thank You to……………
@cherilucas (Cheri)
@therichmonderatlarge (Gracie)


@bdukes (Brooke)
@twenty7zero3ninety1 (Sandy)
………..for all your time and effort to help us along!!!!


The Five Senses Of Turkey 🦃

Writing 101 Day 18: Compose a series of anecdotes…….giving this my best shot. I’m out of my comfort zone with this one!! Since its Thanksgiving tomorrow……..

Thanksgiving Turkey Through My Senses…

 

Sight: I have to admit, your nothing to look at when we first get you home. That pasty complexion, doesn’t do much for the eyes. But….after hours of cooking….Oh what a beautiful sight to behold. Your golden brown breast, your legs, your wings….crispy skin waiting for me.

But the sight of family around the table….priceless. The memories of past Thanksgivings with my children are all the more precious now that I don’t see them for the Holiday.

Smell: The aroma of the turkey cooking says home. It’s comforting. It says the Holidays are upon us! It’s says we’re gonna eat Soon!!

Hearing: All I hear are the sighs of Yummmmmmmm. “It smells so good!” “Is it time to eat yet?”   Then all you hear is the sound of chewing, along with more sighs, and the occasional “oh this is so good!” Later on it’ll be “I’m ready for a nap!”

Touch: Mr. Turkey, you feel like rubber. But I massage you with all kinds of goodness, making sure not to miss a spot……….☺️

 As a child, we couldn’t wait to get our hands on the turkey leg…and after it had a chance to dry out, the wishbone!!! We’d each grab our end, close our eyes tight, make that wish….and pull!!!!

Taste: And after feasting on the turkey with our four other senses, it’s time to Eat!!! As a child, it was the crispy skin we wanted, then the legs..no white meat for us. As an adult, I still want the skin and I do indulge, a little. I no longer long for the leg, it’s the wings I’m after !!

I’m about the turkey sandwiches as leftovers….nothing beats a turkey sandwich with Hellmanns Mayo,,my stuffing and cranberry sauce….Now We’re Talking Yummmmmmmmmmm!!’