“Mike, I miss my father,” Jon said, standing at the wide set of windows. He was tall and lean, a man that had been made rugged by the challenges of life. Jon was an impressive size, standing at a six foot, three inches. His stature commanded attention with a military history only served to enforce … More Of A Healer: Laments To A Father
Love me sweet beneath this falling snow, As we sit upon this stone. Lean in close and twine our fingers, Whisper close so our touch does linger. Reach my heart with your eyes so deep, As your heart beats to love’s knowing leap. -M.E. InkOwl
Once I held you in the crook of my arm. You would coo at me with eyes bright and full of wonder. I remember holding you in the night wondering if you were even real. Now I find your head reaches the crook of my arm as you stand beside me. You laugh at me … More Parenthood- Growth
Welcome to 2019 on the Ink Owl! We’ve dived into January already and I couldn’t be more excited for this new year. 2019 has already brought grad school, teaching, parenting, and working (3 jobs) into the mix that is life. So my theme for writing this year (when I can write) is Self-Compassion. I think … More 2019 on The Ink Owl
Anxiety is in my periphery, As a jackal stalking a wounded prey. Life burns within me inspiring mania, Even as jaws of failure click shut just beyond my sight. -M.E. InkOwl
Imagination overflowing. Constraining a wild soul into confined spaces. Change that comes unexpectedly. -M.E. InkOwl
Sunlight blazed into existence as I stepped from the carefully controlled climate of the hospital. It was mid July and the days were hitting mid 90’s. “See you next week,” someone called a coworker as they walked towards a waiting shuttle. I waved and walked down the sloping lawn towards my won bus stop beyond … More Of A Healer: From The Outside
Hello and welcome to March in the InkOwl. This month I will be focusing my posts on selected excerpts from my personal experience as a Healthcare Assistant in a hospital setting. I am excited and nervous to share these experiences as some come with a lot of emotions attached. There are some tender memories and … More March On The Ink Owl
“I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.” ― Brené Brown Brené Brown holds a masters of social work and is a research professor for the University of Huston. For more than fifteen years she has been studying topics such as courage, … More Self-love: Love, A Process
You’ll never finish this, you do realize this? Why are you even trying? There’s no way you’ll ever change yourself. You’re worthless, Stop. You’re broken. I am not. You’re a disgusting mess, an embarrassment. I am loved. Why do you still exist? I am cared for. I have worth beyond the darkness inside of me. … More Self-Love: Wolves Inside My Head
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