At the beginning on this course, when I first found out that we'd be submitting a piece of writing for publication, I grew really nervous. I've always enjoyed writing and have always wanted to be a published writer, but didn't think I'd submit something so soon. Now, having done it, I'm excited to continue writing and continue submitting my work to various publication outlets. Instead of submitting an article for publication, I ended up submitting a poem I wrote two weeks ago about a very emotional occurance within my work environment that emotionally crushed a lot of people.
This class reawakened my writer within, and I'm excited to continue moving forward with my writing. I hope to write a natural healing and/or holistic nutrition book some day, but I'd also like to get a lot of my creative writing published as well.
Transformational Healing - Mind, Body, and Soul
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
For some, life is but a dreadful battle amongst the living
An unenjoyable task to live the day to day life of pretending
A crying soul, unheard
Drowned out by our own commotion
Had she seen a flower, her fate may have been different
Instead, robbing herself of her life is what she chose
Fallen leaves lay upon her, a sad soul set free
Now only a memory, need remember, you are never alone
An unenjoyable task to live the day to day life of pretending
A crying soul, unheard
Drowned out by our own commotion
Had she seen a flower, her fate may have been different
Instead, robbing herself of her life is what she chose
Fallen leaves lay upon her, a sad soul set free
Now only a memory, need remember, you are never alone
Monday, November 5, 2012
A Compilation of Thoughts
I don't know what to write. I don't know what to write. I don't know what to write. My mind is blank. I can't think of what to write. My brain thinks too much when trying to fill these empty, white lines. No words are good enough for the paper or for this assignment. I'm too hard on myself when it comes to my writing. I need to quiet my mind and let my pen do the task of writing, rather than my brain. There's plenty of time to go back and recreate what was written. Why is this such a struggle? I want to let them all out somehow. I'm tired of listening to these thoughts screaming while they're drowning inside my heart. I've always liked writing, so why can't I let myself just write? Instead, I have to think about every single word being written. It's a blank slate. Fill it with whatever I want. I don't know what else to write. The timer is still counting down. I'm having a battle with myself. I need to meditate and do yoga again, like I used to. Maybe that'll help with my writing. I'll be more relaxed and just let my thoughts flow and pour out of me, rather than overthinking it. Three, two, one...
Sunday, November 4, 2012
NEWS RELEASE
For more information contact:
Dana Marsh
The Prajna Center
1109 Main St, Suite 329
Boise, ID 83702
boisesangh@gmail.com
Gather for Meditation
am - 12:30 pm and on Tuesdays, at 7:00 pm - 8:00 pm, Meditation and Dharma Talk will be hosted by Dana Marsh. Gatherers will meditate together for twenty minutes, then follow with tea and conversation for ten minutes. On Mondays and Thursdays, at 6:00 pm - 7:00 pm, Heart of the Dharma will host Simply Meditation. All will sit together and open their souls to the divine. If you need to leave early or don’t want to stay as long, you can quietly leave at any time.
Anyone is welcome to join, whether you’re a beginner or a long time practitioner. Heart of the Dharma offers teachings and meditation to assist others in overcoming suffering and living a life of peace. Dana is the teacher for the Heart of the Dharma, and has 25 years of teaching experience. She’s also spent many years meditating and studying the dharma.
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Health and Apple Cider Vinegar
Pectin - helps reduce blood pressure and bad cholesterol
Malic Acid - antiviral, antibacterial, and antifungal
Calcium - helps create strong bones and teeth
Ash - an alkaline property, which aids the body in maintaining proper pH levels
Monday, October 29, 2012
Words
My source of inspiration differs between my daily life and my writing. My smiling daughter, my bright future, my dreams and my goals are what get me through my hellish days at work, listening to my boss drone on about nonsense, and dealing with my daughter's father who was once my beloved man, but is no longer. They're what keep me on my path toward success and happiness rather than lingering through a dark forest.
Writing, on the other hand, comes from a different source, releasing itself elsewhere from within me. My love is a beautiful writer. His work, his words, inspire me to release my thoughts and emotions as they are guided through my fingertips, crawl through the pen, and melt onto the paper. When I borrow his eyes, I see my true ability to free myself from myself, into the paper, and out of my soul.
Though he allures me with each word he writes, his inspiring me is not what creates what you see of mine. My own writing creeps through a place buried deep within my soul, a place absent of light, a place of solitude.
Words are trapped inside my heart, pushing against my chest, feeling as if I can't breathe. My thoughts keep them hidden inside of me, because my words aren't good enough for the paper, or even for me. Screaming for freedom, unable to breathe, drowning deep in my soul, they'll hopefully, one day, be set free.
Writing, on the other hand, comes from a different source, releasing itself elsewhere from within me. My love is a beautiful writer. His work, his words, inspire me to release my thoughts and emotions as they are guided through my fingertips, crawl through the pen, and melt onto the paper. When I borrow his eyes, I see my true ability to free myself from myself, into the paper, and out of my soul.
Though he allures me with each word he writes, his inspiring me is not what creates what you see of mine. My own writing creeps through a place buried deep within my soul, a place absent of light, a place of solitude.
Words are trapped inside my heart, pushing against my chest, feeling as if I can't breathe. My thoughts keep them hidden inside of me, because my words aren't good enough for the paper, or even for me. Screaming for freedom, unable to breathe, drowning deep in my soul, they'll hopefully, one day, be set free.
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