THIS WRITTERS HEART

She is going somewhere, but where did she say? She's off to some place, going out for the day. But where—where has she gone? She did tell me. If I did not know, she wouldn't have said where. Was it somewhere near or far away? And now she's gone to that place—the exact place she mentioned to me. While I sit here reminiscing, trying to jog my memory. She's gone off somewhere. I hope she has a lovely day, wherever that might be. I might go there someday—who knows when that will be? I'll travel to that place she visited today, if it appeals to me. A place with joy and pleasure, somewhere just to get away. I'll know if she enjoyed it by the returning smile on her face. I'll know if she didn't enjoy it by the frown on her face. Wherever she's gone, I'm still right here. The exact spot where we said hello, nice day. She's gone off somewhere, and I've not moved from here. I've spent wasted time pondering, staring into space, about where she s...

LESSONS FROM THE TRAY:  by Sarah Joy Holden Sarah is a dedicated woman of faith, frequently wrestled with material possessions. She believed that such belongings were essential for her acceptance in various social circles. Constantly fluctuating between secular beliefs and Christian values, she sought to blend the benefits of both worlds. Yet, she began to sense a profound internal shift brewing beneath the surface. With time, her indecisiveness became more unsettling. One day, while Sarah was in her room contemplating her recent personal trials, she recalled a creative project she had undertaken with friends. Suddenly, to her surprise, as she lifted her gaze where she was surprised to find Jesus standing before her, carrying a tray. “Bless him,” she thought, he’s brought me in a cup of tea. I do hope he’s remembered I don’t take sugar and drink it from the left. Without saying a word, Jesus stepped into the room, avoiding the shopping bags on the floor, she had carelessly dropped...

Journaling and poetry helps helps us process feelings, reduce stress, and gain clear perspective on everyday problems. These two aspects are my strengths and creative outlets. People have been asking me through this season am I still able to write and write poetry. The answer is definitely yes, just because im going through cancer treatment hasn't stopped me, infact its kept me going. I might have taken a different route but once a poet always a poet. I write almost daily about and through this journey both indirectly or directly.   But through this experience and experience of posting on line I'm not more aware. I have been the victim of people stealing my words and claiming them as their own. I have experienced the critics cruel side of pulling my words apart. But such things I have learned to overcome, now being cautious where, when and I share my creative inner thoughts.  Through this season I write about the good days and the bad days. I started at the beginning ...