Tag: healing
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Ch-ch-ch-changes.
An attitude adjustment. . . . Hi there. It’s SnapDragon. Remember me? January has almost passed us by, and I feel especially unfulfilled as an artist. I feel . . . heavy, even though I’ve lost all the baby weight. I feel . . . an odd mix of mindfulness and dissatisfaction at all that…
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On The Dark.
SnapDragon originally posted this on Wise & Shine, formerly known as Pointless Overthinking. . . . I’m afraid of the dark. Like, for real. And it’s not because I think there are trolls in the basement, or Civil War ghosts in the attic. (But—ahem—now that I’ve revived that thought, I might crawl into bed even earlier tonight.)…
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My Hands.
My hands are quite small. They have been through a lot in their 35 years. Pleasure and pain. Work. Life. They’ve learned musical instruments. They’ve pretty much perfected the art of chalkboard writing. They’ve sliced bananas and watermelons galore. They’ve boasted ridiculous acrylic nails; antique diamonds; tender callouses from part-time jobs. They’ve slapped the steering…
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Shh.
Just Another Day in Paradise, Yo. . . . Hi. How are you, Dear Reader? How do you feel today: body, mind, and soul? Pause. Think. Answer honestly. Me? I’m doing just fine, thanks. I’m currently sitting on our RV love seat, clicking past the miles somewhere between Ohio and Indiana. Sweet Baby Snap is…
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October: A Month in Review.
So umm. . . yeah. I was going to do this for each month in 2021. This is the second time I remembered. Oh well. So it goes. . . . 1. Trick or Treat, Yo. October is my favorite month, and pretty much always has been. It’s mysterious somehow, which comforts a literary old-soul…
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A Welcome Breeze.
This & That from Yours Truly. . . . Hi! And greetings from my parked car. I’ve got the AC chilling on low, Toddler Snap snoozing in his car seat, and a pumpkin iced latte within reach. Each sip reminds me of pleasant fall mornings in my classroom. Singing along with Regina Spektor as I…
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Chip Lips.
I’ve been eating barbecue chips like they’re goin’ outta style, yo. (But that’s not what this post is about. Better read on. . .) . . . Hi. I’m perched here in our RV, cozied up in fruit-punch-colored sweatpants, the dim hum of the heater droning on in an inexplicably comforting way. It’s unseasonably cold…
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Fresh Air.
Breathe it in. . . . And sometimes, with just the stirring of a springtime breeze through an open window, life seems so delicately beautiful. . . . SnapDragon is a writer who utterly enjoys stacks of unused notebooks. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for her take on this crazy world.
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The Daily Treat.
Each day, yo. . . . I’ve never had an advent calendar. But I very much like the idea of making my own, even if it’s in my head. The 30 or 31 days before me would be neatly arranged in a grid. Or perhaps it’d be a ceramic shelf of sorts, with little glazey…
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The Bags.
I’m packing a bundle of button-less bags, to be metaphorically thrown off a bridge. Inside are collections of nonsensical guilt: time spent worrying that I’m too much of this or not enough of that. Clanking around are mismatched jars of other people’s history; deceiving friendships; all the instances I’ve been made an example of because…
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