Tag Archives: acceptance

OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT OUR CHILDREN…

Posted on June 9, 2015 by georgialeesays

Call me Saint Francis of Suburbia. My back yard is an official Natural Habitat. It’s easy. Go online, check off: Feeders, Water, Trees, and the like, pay $25 (yard flag) up to $100-plus (a bronze plaque) I went with the … Continue reading →

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HOW TO STOP WORRYING AND EMBRACE BEING ALONE (even on your birthday)

Posted on April 14, 2015 by georgialeesays

“Since I gave up all hope, I feel so much better” – anonymous I write this on my 61st birthday. I chose to be alone, and fled to the wilderness. Rather than dancing at a drunken Bacchanal or a romantic … Continue reading →

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BRIEF CANDLES – AN HOUR ONSTAGE

Posted on March 8, 2015 by georgialeesays

At the end of life, the very old shrink into child-size imitations of the towering adults their children knew. Not my parents, I would have thought as a child, if I’d ever imagined such a thing. Not my parents. Those … Continue reading →

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Dreaming in Color

Posted on February 23, 2015 by georgialeesays

I dreamed that all was yellow inside their windows a pale meringue light beamed in summer kitchens morning, forever, morning Girls in sweet sun-frocks twirled lemon-laced skirts for buttoned-up, tucked-in boys The sweet-acid taste of first loves hover above, yet … Continue reading →

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BECOME A MASTER OF YOGA JARGONASANA (A)

Posted on January 14, 2015 by georgialeesays

YOGA JARGONASANA – Talk the Talk. Free the mind. Leave the ass behind. * No need to consult your doctor to begin this practice. * Simply memorize the phrasing and amaze your friends! * Cliche’s in bold for easy reference* … Continue reading →

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READERS’ RAMP-UP CHALLENGE – WHO WILL JOIN ME IN READING THESE TOP 100 BOOKS IN 2015?

Posted on December 5, 2014 by georgialeesays

Dear Friends, Are you, as I am, reading less these days? In my youth, I read everything. And I mean hard cover books, full price – dozens a year. Maybe 1,000 total! I’m ashamed to say that this year, if … Continue reading →

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THE TURNING TIDE – A POEM

Posted on November 15, 2014 by georgialeesays

THE TURNING TIDE I don’t sail there it’s not my sea But fallen blood flows back to me Not the fools crimson carnival ride But dark Alabama, deep and wide From the home never lost I … Continue reading →

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CURTAIN CALL – THE NEW FOUNTAIN THEATER

Posted on October 10, 2014 by georgialeesays

The full moon pulls me outside and I rise or fall, like the obedient tide. Each full moon has a name, you know. October is either Hunters or Harvest. I don’t feel like looking it up, but I’m going with … Continue reading →

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INVINCIBLE SUMMER

Posted on July 26, 2014 by georgialeesays

The Buddha, as young Prince Siddhartha, was a rich spoiled brat. His father, the king, groomed his future heir. Pampering and sheltering the prince, he kept him within the kingdom’s gates, forbidding exposure to the imperfect world beyond. Yet, like … Continue reading →