Saturday, January 21, 2012


Sometimes this is all I have, that I know about myself. It is enough. You see I never understood the arguments. Never. Life is harsh. It wears at you, like an old wash board over and over, grating and ribbing. As a young girl I was a peacemaker, pulled from force to force. All I wanted was quite and happy. I know myself. I have a strength I rarely see, but that washboard of a life can wear that knowing away, I must remember myself for me and my family. 

In my quietness I know myself.


  1. Rex, it's wonderful to be so clear. I've had a difficult time forgiving my mother most of my life. I know this is unhealthy and creates dis-ease in my spirit. I hope to one day be able to forgive her.

  2. Nell, it must be hard to be in a position to have to forgive your mother for something, and I imagine it not to be something minor. So I hope for you to find what you need to, to have some peace.

  3. To know oneself is the most important journey for me. Even the dark corners Meet my demons andy heroines

  4. I wish I had a like button to press here.

    Or a love button -- because I love what you've written here.