Do you have the courage to jump in – Mind, body and spirit-
To experience all that you are?
To admit to yourself all that you want?
To completely feel what you really feel?
Personally, I’m a bit of a coward, but today I yearn to jump in and touch life –utterly and fully, from top to bottom and from tip to toe.
But of course it depends a lot on how I feel tomorrow.
Added by MartiW on September 14, 2009 at 7:24am —
"Hi, yeah, it's me -- I have a great idea for a short story and wanted to see what you think about it. You see, this guys works with a psychotherapist and finds a warp hole into his past. Through this sixth dimensional portal he is reunited with all the unresolved relationships of his entire life and gets a chance for closure, sort of like a high tech Ebeneezer Scrooge. "
"No, it's not science fiction."
"The portal? Oh, it's Facebook."
Added by MartiW on July 25, 2009 at 10:30pm —
It always begins with hearts of romaine, baby spinach and just a bit of crisp, shredded cabbage – for texture, mainly – dumped into a the biggest bowl I can find.
Returning to the fridge, I begin deceptively strategic harvesting: zucchini, red bell peppers, artichoke hearts, LOTS of sweet onion, feta cheese, black olives, maybe some edemame, cooked quinoa…everybody, really, except for the baby carrots. Oh, I love carrots for snacks, but in a salad they take the focus off the other… Continue
Added by MartiW on June 8, 2009 at 4:00pm —
She’s an artist
I’m a communicator
We're compulsive analyzers.
She has daughters.
Mine’s a boy.
We blend perfectly.
Added by MartiW on April 11, 2009 at 12:17am —
“Come ovr 4 Xbox Sk8r?”
“No am on computer”
“wot? Wrld o Warcraft?”
“No moms puter”
“u doing Hmwork?”
“no she got stuff called Photoshop”
Added by MartiW on April 8, 2009 at 3:09pm —
(I decided to take a differernt tack)
Burrowing, hiding, popping up briefly – the diminutive crab so matched his environment that it seemed the sand was creating and hiding little holes within itself. What could be so important in that tiny world to create such activity? Is this his 9 – 5 job, after which he tunnels down to his secret lair to kick back with a bottle of imported river water and some kelp? Or is he a victim of… Continue
Added by MartiW on April 7, 2009 at 3:30pm —
As I gave my almost too-big-for tucking-into-bed daughter a goodnight hug, she quietly whispered into my left ear, “Mom, tell me the story about the night I was born.”
Knowing it was probably the fiftieth time she’d asked, I nevertheless smiled and began the tale.
“Your dad and I were all curled up on the sofa, watching Jerry MacGuire when I went into labor and I just KNEW that you were ready to be born right then and there. Daddy was so worried that you were going to be… Continue
Added by MartiW on April 2, 2009 at 11:00pm —
I haven’t posted lately because I was involved in an accident that limited the use of, no, wait.
Last month, my laptop, desktop, work computer and work laptop all simultaneously explo—no, not true.
I posted, I really did and have no idea where those fifteen perfectly worded stories comprised of exactly six grammatically corrected sentences landed – possibly in some six.ning spam file that hasn’t been discovered until now?
Wait, wait, wait…you see, the Pulitzer… Continue
Added by MartiW on March 30, 2009 at 5:29pm —
The worst trouble I’d ever gotten into were the times she thought evil had befallen her only daughter.
The first time I remember was the afternoon I called out to her, through Dad’s winter coat and my snowsuit, to let her know I’d locked myself in the closet and needed her to rescue me and no, I was NOT lying at the bottom of the basement stairs with a broken neck.
Then there was the time, while taking huge steps through the fresh mud with my red rubber boots and brand new… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 25, 2009 at 7:30pm —
Like so many others, I have a hundred pages of the eponymous Book-in-Progress languishing among the bytes of my hard drive, without even an honorable mention in the Recently Viewed column. Since the beginning is four sentences, I got the idea to rekindle my own fire by sharing it amuse bouche, for occasional sampling.
The gentle waves danced inward across Wailea Beach, bringing unique gifts to the sand of South Maui. Every dawn presented a treasure trove – shells, ocean… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 25, 2009 at 12:00pm —
I was driving up the Pali Highway, thoughts of car repairs and graded papers haphazardly tumbling around the distorted tunes of FM107.4 like mismatched socks in a dryer, until… I saw it.
Alarming and specter-like, the ominous funnel cloud that had taken residence up in about a third of our tropical sky was both frightening and fascinating.
Trying to balance sensibly keeping my eyes on the coastal highway with a not-too-smart desire to stare at the smoky apparition, I was… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 23, 2009 at 6:44pm —
"Why is it that when I talk to you I feel a gender confusion, as though you don’t really want to be a woman?"
Vaguely uncomfortable with this dance that stepped so close to the edge of acceptable behavior from a healer type of person, I avoided contact with those …eyes…by staring instead at the hand that held my own.
"If you want to be a man so badly, just have a sex change and be done with it."
Cheeks hot from the unfairness of his accusation and my… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 22, 2009 at 7:30pm —
My nearly grown up cousin Bunny would hold my hand as we picked our way through the heavy wooded area, until we found the cottage with big splotches of thick green moss that made it look like it was tossed together from old boards and wet velvet.
Through the distorted glass in the makeshift window I could barely see the old man who lived there – standing in front of his potting bench, no doubt – tending to his Technicolor exotic flowers that were unlike anything I’d ever seen in all… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 20, 2009 at 4:00am —
I pretty much hate angels.
Well maybe it’s closer to being seriously annoyed by the earnest little buggers, by those who adore them and by the whole idea of us myopic humans needing fluffy winged preciousness to understand any kind of energy beyond what makes our light bulbs work.
What in the hell are angels supposed to be, anyway? Some otherworldly beings who are supposed to be looking over us, protecting us from all that… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 19, 2009 at 3:00pm —
As the early morning going-to-work crowd did the Traffic Crawl past the nondescript building used as the group’s meeting place, she couldn’t resist staring into the now barren room, remembering the intensity of the night before and feeling as empty as it appeared today.
The final lecture had been a very small group, an intimate gathering of about ten people – women, of course – who came to absorb one last hit of the healer with the smoky green eyes.
The Toyota with the… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 17, 2009 at 3:00pm —
How dare he say that to me, I thought as the door banged closed.
I shoved the gearshift into reverse and wondered what gives him the right to make assumptions about people.
He should take his smoldering sincerity and direct it where it actually mattered, I complained to the dashboard as I waited for the light to change.
Lurching past the car in the lane to my left, I imagined the motivation for his unsolicited judgment.
On what authority is he… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 11, 2009 at 10:00pm —
“You are an addict.”
If I’m an addict then what in the world am I addicted to … computer games or caffeine or the frozen yogurt at the place, because that's the only thing I can think of that I'm addicted to.
"I know because I’ve watched you do it all evening. You take a step away and then you run back for another hit of bliss.”
Arms folded across her chest, chin tucked in, she stared at the ceiling, waiting for him to continue this absurdity.
“I know… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 11, 2009 at 5:00am —
He paced the length of the stage, ebony hair falling in tendrils around his shoulders, forest green Calcutta tunic matching the intensity and color of his eyes as he pitched the secrets of healing and salvation. Continue
“Do you think this guy’s for real?” the boy next to her whispered in a voice that’s never really low enough and always an unwanted interruption.
Ignoring the question, she tried to focus on the man's practical explanation of chakras but was drawn instead to the…
Added by MartiW on February 10, 2009 at 1:00am —
This is an experiment. I'm just playing around
The dull echo of his own footsteps was the only sound the man could hear as he walked across the white tiled floor.
He saw no furniture, no personal effects, not even an imitation Persian carpet that could give him a sense of the person who inhabited this space.
If her personality was as unremarkable as this stark and sterile room, he thought, this visit was a total waste of his time.
Turning to… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 8, 2009 at 2:30am —
, may I tek your oh-r-der?’’
After three consecutive days of hearing the accent from the drive through speaker and receiving my “Caution! I’m Hot!” styrofoam from the sunny grin surrounded by an inconclusively tawny complexion, I still couldn’t place the young woman’s native tongue.
It wasn’t Hispanic but the way she rolled her o’s and r’s reminded me of Justin Chambers as Massimo in an otherwise forgettable Jennifer Lopez flick so I decided to take a… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 5, 2009 at 3:30pm —