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Ikki-Tikki-Poo-Poo!

Surrounding me every quarter inch it looks like a field of sprinkled pebbles. Except, it is not. It is my waste coming out of my body as I struggle to find a peace-filled, dark, warm, and dry place to rest my weary body. My name is Ikki-Tiki-Poo-Poo. I am a grown female bat living on […]

A Cruise to Somewhere Else

A shocking slice of troubling times… A man, a woman, a cruising castle floating on water, and a moment of “bell buoy” rescue. Revealing a matter of despair, disappointment, heart-wrenchingly worn hopes… God and she choose to begin once more Somewhere Else Written/Illustrated/Photographed by FawnRising©2022 February 19, 2022 […]

Poderance by Charles Gene Bush

Today is a day of reflection ~ I was a very young yet mature boy who decided to fight the wars on the home front. I had lived through the entire “Cold War”. Additionally I had relatives engaged in battle during the Korean Conflict, as it is referred to today. Yet it was war. My […]

God’s Dear Ellen Joyce Gannon

“Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the song without the words, and never stops at all.” ~ Emily Dickinson October 23, 1937 ~ April 25, 2020 Many times families and friends don’t realize how many people have connected with their recently deceased family member ~ nor how […]

First, Practice Self Compassion

I meditate each day. It is gloriously lacking in ego-kicking shining resentments toward the world. This day, I also happen to be problem-solving a black mold and “odd-non-biting-yet-mostly-dead” ant problem inside my cottage. Research supports the idea that black mold can (can!) cost us our short term memories, create brain fogs, cause congestion in our […]

Divine Grace in a Grocery Store

I am sharing with my daughter by phone, who has an astonishing brain combined with divine grace: A few days ago I am standing in a local grocery store with my sweet service dog, Ti Amo (Italian for “I deeply love you!”). He is a sixty-pound Whippet/Labrador Retriever trained to sense if I am about […]

Can You Hear Me Squealing?

I am experiencing Round Two of a bug that is causing outbursts of headaches/vomiting/fever. So, in day three of this round, I begin to cancel all the remaining weekly appointments involving service work and performances of music. Then, in my prayer and meditation sessions, my overactive brain remembers: my car is ten weeks late for […]

While He Lies In My Bed

Fifty years have gone by It is a miracle Of unfathomable meaning I hear his sweet sleeping sounds of life and walk in to caress his face with my eyes It is enough and forever must be And so it is. Art & Poetry by FawnRising2018© November 12, 2018 Le Lac du mon Père Crystal Lake, […]

Hard-Pressed Gilded Hearts

Textured torn victories Remotely swaying in the curious breeze Of oft-repeated lullabies Aimed at the sore soul of desire The starving ravaged leaves of trees too troubled to bloom by a heart broken too many times to be healed Yet time… can it heal all? We only know to wait Hum Wallow and bequeath the […]

Dare to Hear the Mending Heart

As I have written, in my opinion, we are each deeply flawed. And probably each a bit mentally ill. And yet, we each are doing the best we can given the context of our existence. For those who have been given the gift of compassion, there are many lessons charted and many more ahead. We […]

Ella Bella Stella Pancake!

Rescue! Rescue! I am all stuck together with sticks, sand spurs, and yucky sap all over me from running through the woods. It is heavenly to be free yet I am starving. Now I am out on a highway and I keep darting into traffic. Now a car is breaking and squealing, its emergency flashers […]

Untethered Leadership

Could it be a stand-alone addiction keeping us off-balance? Personally I am weary and war-torn from headlines each hour of each day. It is reminiscent of middle-school gossip conversations. Alcoholism or drug addiction do not appear to be factors ~ yet we humans can be addicted to virtually anything including our free press Is it […]

What’s Gonna Be Left of the World If You’re Are Not In It?

Kitchen wall writing by Maisy, Age 14 My little family is shattered due to my actions with regard to what we think is an addiction to alcohol and its requisite behaviors. My life has been one of extraordinary privilege. Amazing parents, I am conceived and birthed in Japan and physically carried for two years by a young […]

Secrets.

I have a deeply supportive and remarkable family, meaningful friends, two therapists, 43 medical doctors, a good enough higher power belief as I have come to know She, He, It, or They, and multiple opportunities for community service. I have a sacred family lake place, charmingly cobbled together, in need of an attentive yet long-deferred maintenance […]