Courage means different things to different people. For me, it means pushing aside the fear and acting anyway. To do something even when – especially when – I don’t want to. The fear is still there, it just needs to take a backseat for a moment or two. Continue reading
Courage has never been my strong suit. I don’t wear it well or at all at times. If only.
Someday I’ll speak my mind.
The words will come and I’ll have my say.
I won’t worry about them later.
I’ll just open my mouth and let come what may. Continue reading
Yet another version of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah. Poor man. Writes one song that resonates with everyone and loses ownership of it. Alas, I am not a singer so my song can only be sung in your head.
I heard about old Jericho,
the walls fell when the trumpets did blow
but you don’t really want to lose your walls do you?
It went like this they circled around
and the Lord knocked the wall down
and they were able to sing their hallelujah.
Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Continue reading
Oh, give me routine!
I need it to cope
or survive. Continue reading
I’m going to act brave.
I’m going to think I’m tall.
I’m not going to let you see
that I’m actually feeling small.
I’ve always loved miniatures. A screwdriver is just a screwdriver unless it’s a tiny one. Then I must confiscate it. And I would. Mom used to have a little screwdriver, I guess for glasses or just really tiny screws. Whenever I’d see it I’d take it. There’s this motto that everyone in my life should get used to. The motto is, “If it’s a teeny-tiny (fill in the blank) it’s Corina’s,” because it is or it will be as soon as I make it so. I will take it. If the tiny screwdriver was missing, she would look for it in my room and find it. She’d put it away until I’d find it and again remove it to a better place (my room).