Entries By connielynn
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digital
I’m concerned about the day when everything is digital. Not just communication, but people’s entire representation of themselves. A digital me? For real? No. I don’t want to see it. Hopefully the digitalization of life will slow down enough that I will be off to heaven before I loose my actual skin!
Posted By connielynn On 03.29.2011 @ 10:52 am
shape
Everything has a shape. No judgment. Round. Square. Angular. Curvy. Spiral. Multidimensional. Shape gives us an impression…but does not necessarily reveal inner qualities.
Posted By connielynn On 03.19.2011 @ 12:48 pm
wanted
It’s not what I wanted – this difficult situation. I wanted an easier life. I did. That’s the whole story.
Posted By connielynn On 03.18.2011 @ 8:15 pm
figure
Do I have to have the perfect figure? I can’t figure that out. Add all the figures together and what do you get? Go figure.
Posted By connielynn On 03.16.2011 @ 5:24 pm
heels
He threw my high heels – my beautiful, black, patten leather, EXPENSIVE high heels – in the trash, along with a lot of other things. He said, “Don’t try to stop me.” I loved those shoes. When I look for heels to wear for a party, I think of them, and then the anger shows up again.
Posted By connielynn On 03.15.2011 @ 1:51 pm
wander
Where are you going? Wander through the garden. Wander through the woods or the jungle. Wander through your imagination or through mine. Wonder as you wander. Explore everywhere and everything.
Posted By connielynn On 03.14.2011 @ 7:02 pm
scarves
The wind whipped along, aft to bow, as the commuters pushed their way off the ferry at the Manhattan side. Umbrellas turned inside out. And women’s scarves, wrapped many times around their heads to keep their hair in place, blew off and floated like feathers on the bay.
Posted By connielynn On 03.12.2011 @ 3:36 am
statement
Do you have something to say? Make a statement. Tell the truth. Speak it. Write it. Your statement will create who you are.
Posted By connielynn On 03.11.2011 @ 4:35 am
bee
I was playing miniature golf. I was eleven years old. The bee flew up into the leg of my shorts. Suddenly, the pain shot through my thigh and I screamed! it hurt so bad and I cried and cried.
Posted By connielynn On 03.08.2011 @ 6:03 pm
almost
I am so close to getting it all together. Almost there. Like fainting just before the finish line. Or my fingertips touching the brass ring and the carousel passes by. Almost there…but not the winner.
Posted By connielynn On 03.07.2011 @ 8:20 pm
