Ra's Spiral Path

Author: Sarah

  • Afterlife

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    Are there as many different afterlifes and death realms as living ones? I hope so. There’s no reason to think that there isn’t. I hope my dad finds his way to a good one. I hope his spirit becomes as strong as it once was. I hope he visits me in a dream sometime. I…

  • A sense of bliss?

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    After so much uncertainty, I’m pleased that there seems to be some sort of plan(s) developing….

  • Something’s got to give

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    And I don’t want it to be my back! What a morning – what a day. I arrived at my place of work this morning about ten minutes early because I didn’t need to drop my son off any where. The spring break camp I had signed him up for this week cancelled after the…

  • A conversation with my child….

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    So I learned something a few nights ago from talking with my six year old son:

  • Who steals a ladder from a single mother?

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    To the thief that stole my really nice fiberglass ladder that I saved up for years to buy on sale with a coupon:

  • A slow start

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    This year is speeding by day to day. Work on creative projects is going ever so slowly. If I truly want to post more often here I need to rework my brain into thinking smaller…

  • A Tiny Triumph

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    After watching Jenny Lawson’s TED talk about sharing stories, it really made me want to try to find time to share stories more regularly. So here goes…

  • New year, new chair

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    I spent a good portion of the day today working on an idea I’ve had for a while. I had a busted chair and some busted garden hoses, so I put them together into something comfortable and functional.

  • Bad Timing

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    I saw my son’s father today crossing the street as I was waiting to turn left at the intersection.

  • At the famous writer’s house…

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    Early Wednesday morning I had a dream that I was wandering around a very famous writer’s estate. I sometimes ran into another person or people that I knew and often went off searching for my son – who kept wandering off. At some point I found and followed the writer to his very out of…