Today’s post is going to be a pretty short one (with a bonus poem at the end). I don’t have much to update you on that I haven’t already mentioned. What I will mention is that I think I’m starting to get used to the rules. I’m by no means to the point where I don’t have the urge to break them, but when I do have that urge my reaction to it isn’t one of frustration, it’s more of a quiet annoyance.
The Tarnish of Comparison | Screen-free September Day 3
Amount of Screen Time: 0 minutes Books Behind in Reading Challenge: 4 The screens (mainly the internet) have been gone for 3 days now, and
Oh the Irony | Screen-free September Day 2
Amount of Screen Time: 45 minutes Books Behind in Reading Challenge: 5 Okay, since as I mentioned in yesterday‘s blog post that Scribe’s Canvas is
Scared of My Thoughts | Screen-free September Day 1
I’ve decided to go screen-free (ish) for the entire month of September. I am by no means the first one to do a digital detox
Fear, the Illusionist
Stretching out long spindly fingers Brushing against the neck Voice oozing softly into the ear Be afraid It says Be afraid. Light tickle on
4 Years of Facing Fears
It’s hard to believe that 4 years have passed since I started Scribe’s Canvas. It’s been a kind of haphazard journey. Long stretches with nothing
Dog in the Garden
Bees flittered between brightly colored flowers, which were swaying in the light morning breeze. Birds chatted to each other from neighboring trees, welcoming the day.
a writer picks up her pen…
A writer picks up her pen and feels a shock of disbelief strike down her spine. Can she still do this? After all this time?
Scattered Rhythm| Reader’s Choice
This Reader’s Choice post is inspired by the words “rhythm” and “scattered” which had an equal number of votes. A huge thank you to everyone
moonlight
i look above me my friend is there, covering me in darkness and light
Reader’s Choice | August 2018
Hello everyone! It’s that time again (do I type that every time? I’ll have to look back at pervious posts…). A new Reader’s Choice post
baby
when I first saw you a key clicked into place. Light! that is what you are!
I am a Writer
There’s an image in my head of what a “writer” is supposed to be like. If I were able to show you that image, you
tapestry | Sunday Haiku
day by day I piece together the tapestry that is my own life
and she tucked in her shirt
Standing before the mirror, she was unsure. Years of speculation and a lack of self-confidence were calling her. She should be dressing a certain way