#fridayfictioneers via rochelle – 8/23


Image Copyright –Claire Fuller


What had possessed him to encourage the fantasies of a 12 year old, flying off to Kildare? But secretly he was curious. Anna shared every detail of Brigid’s life. He felt he knew her as he did his own beloved daughter.

After days combing through records at the county registrars, talking to townspeople, seeking corroboration, a descendant perhaps, he had doubt. Would they find proof she ever existed?

Anna led her father around the church down a worn path.  “I’m there” she pointed at the grass.  Kneeling he dug down revealing a single flat stone inscribed:

Brigid McLeod



Word Count: 100

Friday Fictioneers is here. I love this new challenge. Every week writers post a 100-word story inspired by a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. Click the link below to read other writer’s stories. Hope you enjoyed!

Kundalini Rising (a poem)

Chakras wweb

I invite you to rest a moment

Inside my depths

Feel the powerful thrust

Trust your instincts

There is more to come

Know you’re sacred

I invite you to rest a moment

Spread across my hips

Into where creation lives

Feel yourself growing strong

Pleasures abundant

You’ll be reborn

I invite you to rest a moment

Along the curve of rib

Cradled in my expansion

There is nothing to fear

I won’t steal your breath

Don’t shy away, Awaken

Inside Your holy power

I invite you to rest a moment

Upon my breast

Settle into my bones

Deep into spirit

Until the heat permeates

Your forgotten Heart

I invite you to rest a moment

Along my neck

Merge to the melody

Of my Pulsating song

Till your blood quickens

And your voice returns

I invite you to rest a moment

Upon my third eye

Silken soft visions

Mystical memories

Dream walking day into night

Your mind awakened

I invite you to rest a moment

Upon my crown

As past lives’ meditate

Inside endless dimensions

Let’s die and be reborn

infinite in silent bliss
~by DCT

The Power of Vulnerability

Exposed wweb

I’ve made no secret about my love for TED Talks. Well this week I watched two talks by very divergent women both addressing a fundamentally important trait, vulnerability, and our deep rooted need to be seen. Vulnerability is the birth place of Love, of Joy, of Creativity, of Belonging. Yet most of us fear it deeply.

Here’s the thing. The reality is we live in a vulnerable world. Getting fired, firing someone. Telling someone you’re interested in them or waiting for the results of your biopsy. Life presents us daily with moments of vulnerability. As Brené explains the key it not to numb out by spending money, overeating, abusing drugs and alcohol. Because you cannot selectively numb emotion, cut out only the bad and keep the good. If you choose to numb yourself you will lose it all, the good as well as the bad.

Brené Brown: Researcher Storyteller

Connection is why we are here.  This is what brings meaning to our lives; it’s how we are wired. When Brené asked people about love they shared their heartbreak. When she spoke to people about belonging they share their pain of exclusion. When she asked about connection, they spoke of being disconnected. She came face to face with people’s fear, their shame. What if others saw something they didn’t like? Yet underneath all of this lay vulnerability.

In order for connection with another human being we had to allow ourselves to be seen. We had to be vulnerable. So what did she do?  As an academic taught to believe that “if it cannot be measured it does not exist” she set out to deconstruct and outsmart vulnerability with her research. Her findings were that the only thing that separated those with a sense of love and belonging from those that struggled for it was their belief that they were worthy of it.

Next she delved into those that had this sense of worthiness, the whole hearted. She found they had Courage to be imperfect, Compassion to be kind to others and themselves, and Connection as a result of their authenticity. They were unafraid to be their true selves and let others see them. And most importantly they embraced vulnerability believing that what made them vulnerable also made them beautiful. They believed it was a necessity.

Amanda Palmer

Now Amanda is a force to be reckoned with and I have to admit it took a Ted talk to discover a fellow Seattleite. In the Art of Asking she addresses the relationship between artist and fan. Her profound encounters of prolonged eye contact in which she fell in love a little bit with each person, a silent Thank you, the exchange of being seen in the another’s reflection. She made an art out of asking people for help. By asking she connected with others.

Believe me asking for help takes vulnerability. Amanda relied on the kindness of others, couch surfing and crowd surfer, falling and trusting into her audience. And again when she crowd funded her album. But the ultimate moment of vulnerability, in my opinion, was at her Albums kick-starter party in Berlin, “The visceral feeling of trusting strangers” as Amanda explained. She striped herself bare and walked out into her audience and let them sign her body. The sheer strength it must take to be that completely vulnerable. Literally lay yourself bare to your audience, to trust them explicitly.

Personally I’m not advocating you actually strip yourselves down. But metaphorically embrace the concept. Can you be authentically open, emotionally vulnerable; willing to accept what another brings toward you in your daily interactions? Are you willing to truly be seen, to share yourself? Willing to wholly display your heart?

Because the answer is to let ourselves be seen deeply, to love wholeheartedly without any guarantee, practice gratitude and joy in the toughest moments and absolutely believe that you are enough! This is what I took from Amanda’s and Brené’s talks. This is what I am working to embrace more fully in my life. I already know I’m enough, but am I strong enough to be vulnerable and let others truly see me. Are you?

Monday Meditation ~ Pure

Angel wweb

Self is everywhere, shining forth from all beings, vaster than the vast, subtler than the most subtle, unreachable, yet nearer than breath, than heartbeat. Eye cannot see it, ear cannot hear it nor tongue utter it; only in the deep absorption can the mind, grown pure and silent, merge with the formless truth. As soon as you find it, you are free; you have found yourself; you have solved the riddle; your heart forever is at peace. Whole, you enter the whole. Your personal self returns to its radiant, intimate, deathless source.

~ Mundaka Upanishad

The Weekend ~ 8/16/13 ~Radio Roulette


I love road trips, driving, getting away. I have a game I play called radio roulette. Now this works much better if I’m by myself (others tend to get annoyed). But I press the scan button on the radio and let it flip though the channels until I hear something interesting. Then I stop to listen. I repeat this till the next musical creation catches my fancy. Pretty obvious why this might not work with a group in the car. Especially if you need to reach a consensus with only 5 second sound bites. But since I was driving all by myself radio roulette was in full force.

Now there is a stretch of I-5 between Bow and Bellingham that reminds me of the drive into the mountains of Colorado past Dillion. The windy road, evergreens and lake running alongside the highway calms me. There is almost a sense of familiarity, like home, that takes over as all the tension drains from my body. The relief is instantaneous. I have no explanation for this feeling. But it never fails.

When I went to school in Boulder there was  legend that Arapaho Cheif Niwot cursed the valley upon the gold seekers arrival. He said “People seeing the beauty of this valley will want to stay, and their staying will be the undoing of the beauty.” Now living there the legend morphed over time. It was foretold that once you took residence in the valley you would never be satisfied elsewhere. You would always yearn to return. Silly superstition but I’ll tell you I can still feel that same odd sense of home every time I visit.

My vacation was short. But truly when are they long enough? I met some fabulous people and had a great night on the town. I’m ever grateful to Kristina for her Karaoke support both moral and literal. Had she not been there to help me with the melody on the verse of Pink’s- F**kin’ Perfect I’d have been lost. And the rap section forget about it. It was all her genius. Besides i think it has been at least 10 years since I sang in public. Sorry Bellingham.

Here are a few photos from my vacation. Clockwise: (1) Proving that sometimes love simply blooms. (2) Fairhaven’s Charm (3) An Artist at work (4) My date for the night- couldn’t resist his eye contact.


The next day I had to head back to reality. The tensions returned the moment I hit the hustle bustle of urban commuters heading home.  And as is life, things like the workers I hired to build the shed fell through. But I’ve solicited the help of few girlfriends for Saturday morning. I’ll be plying them with coffee and donuts (caffeine and sugar seem mandatory for early morning manual labor). Wish us luck.

The highlight of my week though was selling another print on Etsy. I am still always excited when someone likes my work enough to buy one and adorn their walls, ever humbled really. So Aussie Amy Thank You.  Love Song will be on it’s way very soon.


Blast from This Blogs Past


The Weekend Reading List


Something Extra

Evanescence – My Immortal

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