Wisdom Writing for Women
Category: The Hard Stuff
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The Power of Sharing Wisdom Through Songs
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. – Aldous Huxley In addition to stories, poems, essays, quotes, pictures, unsolicited and solicited advice, really bad sketches, and multiple lists of my favorite, not-used-nearly-enough words, I am adding in a couple of “my songs” to my woman’s wisdom book. I’m doing it because
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The Care and Feeding of Momma
Dear Daughters, You will be happy to know I’ve been working on completing my advance care planning documents such as a Living Will, Power of Medical Attorney, DNR, etc., etc. My goal is to have all this type of preparation done well before I kick the bucket, so you don’t have to worry about making
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Winter Wisdom: Write a Self Love List
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Eizabeth Barrett Brown Dear Daughters, The quality of everything in our lives stems from the love we feel (or don’t feel) for ourselves. Mindset, health, relationships, work…everything. So this year, my number one goal is to love my whole self — without conditions — every
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A Comfort Poem for Those Who Have Lost Their Beloved Mothers
I Heard Your Voice In The Wind Today Unknown Author I heard your voice in the wind todayand I turned to see your face;The warmth of the wind caressed meas I stood silently in place.I felt your touch in the sun todayas its warmth filled the sky;I closed my eyes for your embraceand my spirit
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I Lived in Papua New Guinea for 2 Years…Here’s What It Was Like
Dear Daughters, This Coronavirus Pandemic is horrendous. It’s scary, stressful, depressing, inconvenient, and certainly tragic for the many who’ve suffered, died, loss their loved ones, their jobs, their homes, and so on. But here’s the thing. Despite the social restrictions, I don’t feel isolated at all. Not like I did when I spent 2 years
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The Hard Stuff: Overcoming Destructive Habits
Dear Daughters, Read this poem about overcoming destructive habits, relationships, patterns, thoughts. Autobiography in 5 Chapters By Portia Nelson Chapter I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost…I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter
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