A.M. Pruden
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Life Parable of the Night Owl
Dawn paced restlessly within the confines of her room, willing the emotional storm in her heart to subside. She knew she had to face the terrible reality that all of her tender dreams around the man she wanted to share her life with were over. He was going on without her and she was left to question everything they had promised each other: believing from this place of shattered aloneness that everything they had shared was a lie… all because it ended like this. Grief and pain welled up inside of her like thrashing storm waves crashing against the seawall of her emotional resolve.
By A.M. Pruden4 years ago in Fiction
Rest For The Soul
Losing my regular job in the midst of the crazy changes happening to our planet over the past two years has been a blessing in disguise: it has caused me to re-evaluate my life choices and I’ve made conscious space for my creativity to emerge from its long-buried crypt. I feel more alive and joyful, and yes, even peaceful in the midst of the ongoing worldly turmoil. Self-care is now given non-negotiable precedence because I know that if I can’t and don’t take care of myself properly, then I’m not going to give my best to everything I do. In explaining my recent life changes to family and friends, I often use the analogy of airline oxygen mask instructions (how we are told to make sure to put on our own masks first before we assist others needing our help) to illustrate the common sense necessity of prioritizing care of ourselves before others. Out of that resolve to care firstly for myself, I’ve unintentionally reawakened the creative side of my being and have started to nurture my long-buried desire to write again. I wish to continue in this path that has brought me peace and to share the little that I’ve learned with fellow spirit travelers to help them along their own journeys. In this article, I will detail five ways I have invested in rest and reaped the creative benefits as well as my continuing resolutions.
By A.M. Pruden4 years ago in Longevity
The Sage
An old woman stands at the doorway of her small hut. She is known in these parts as the Sage. This is one who carries the heavy wisdom of her people as her mother did and as her mother’s mother did before her. A long line of wise women ancestors have gifted her a legacy that is both honorable and challenging: a deep trove of knowledge that she ever seeks to channel and employ for the betterment of her people. Long hair flows over her shoulders in a silver river as she gazes out at the snowy street scene in front of her. Her face is furrowed with pain and her eyes are brimming with unshed tears as she watches the people – her people – chase after their careless pursuits full of laughter and fun on a fine and mild winter’s day.
By A.M. Pruden4 years ago in Fiction
