My Diabetes Avoidance Blog- Relapse; family; latent consciousness; Freud, Jung, Jonathan Livingston Seagull and Emily Dean.

Originally posted on hermionelaake:
Yesterday, I ate 2 bountys, 2 crunchies, a donut and a banana with cream. It was a major relapse. I feel I have let you all down. But mostly I’ve let myself down. Writers; people who write continuously, will know and relate when I say when I write it became a…

My Diabetes Avoidance Blog- Relapse; family; latent consciousness; Freud, Jung, Jonathan Livingston Seagull and Emily Dean.

It was a major relapse. I feel I have let you all down. But mostly I’ve let myself down.

My Diabetes Avoidance Blog

My diabetes, type 2 (doesn’t exist, is a possibility looming on the horizon), blog and diet has failed against my son’s accident a broken clavicle on the eve of his wedding, his wedding, and then the death of a loved family member. life goes on. We navigate our relationships as we live our lives, they

The Journey, by Hermione Laake – something else I wrote…

via The Journey, by Hermione Laake

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Because we are losing Words, and gaining worlds….A Poem

Because we are losing words, But gaining other words, and worlds, Because people not only lose adverbs in writing, but in speaking too, Because I sometimes falter; is wither, whither or wither? Because there are so many words that I have not read, or heard, in a long time, “Strapped in,” “hung out,” “driven to,”

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Poem – My mother

My mother came to tea, She left me her smile, It did not wither, Nor wound me, Nor keep me in time, But it stayed with me a while, Through the things that don’t rhyme.   By Hermione Laake

Micro Flash Response to The Vase and the Rose by Paulo Coelho

The man had got the job, it was clear; he was the one who had the courage, out of all the applicants sitting in the circle, to shatter the beautiful vase. The applicants had not left yet. Cordelia did something else; she stood up and picked up the pieces; she even picked up the shards;

My Type 2 Diabetes Avoidance Blog – Good Morning Mum – Poem

Good morning mum, Good morning mums everywhere; unsung heroes who miraculously do – Good morning to mums who melt into the background and let their children shine. Good morning to quiet mums like mine. Good morning, good morning, to good morning mums, to mums who bake and make and sew and help small things grow.