At first thought, you would think him to be a fierce lion of a man. But in his village, everyone knew his heart was bigger than his mane.
painting by me, CDW
The Heart in the Lion
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Tag Archives: kindness
My gift to you
I painted this on the first day of the Iraqi war and named it “Peace Bubbles.” (I sold this painting and believe it is hanging on a wall in a yoga studio in NYC)
Whatever traditions you celebrate this season, I hope your life is filled with peace, acceptance, grace, hope, kindness, joy and LOVE.
All the best to you, my blogging buds! – Carolyn
RAW Journel Kernels- Louis
A bit of Louis and my own version of “It’s a Wonderful World”
(Wanna know what these entries are about? Check out here.)
A Gift to Frame
A friend of mine gave a copy of my latest book, The Last Bordello, to her mother, Del. She doesn’t email, nor does she know how to write a review on Amazon. So, she sent me a “real” letter! What a special gift!
The Shape of Emma June Crawford
First, thanks so much for liking my “shape” in previous posts.
When I posted The Shape of our Being, I mentioned how experiences shape our humanness. Here’s another example of the “shape” of Carolyn’s Being that shows up in my novels. I’ve posted Meta’s shape from The Last Bordello and Cono’s shape from No Hill for a Stepper.
Here’s Emma June from The Moonshine Thicket.
Kids at school say Scooter’s grain elevator doesn’t reach the top of the silo. That he acts more like a six-year-old than a thirteen-year-old. They don’t know diddly-squat. Scooter might not be the brightest penny in the cash box, but I’ve known him all my life. He has more grain than most of the numbskulls in Holly Gap, Texas and Scooter’s worth more than the whole lot of them. Wherever Scoot skips, bounces or walks, goodness grows in the footsteps he leaves behind. Without Scooter, everything would grow dead.
I can’t wait for you to meet Emma June when she finally gets out and about!
Be Real
In your kindness, be sincere. We can tell the difference between a real squeeze and a formal hug. We can tell when you offer us a gentle word but walk away with rolling eyes.
We know. We can tell.
You say, “have a good day.” Do you mean it?
You say, “hope you feel better.” Do you care?
Are you are earnest? Genuine? Heartfelt? Or artificial, phony and hollow?
We feel the difference.
We know. We can tell.
Daily Prompt: Bludgeon
This is what first comes to mind:
If we concentrate on the verb — “to force into something; coerce; bully,” then I think of politics and the media. Sad.
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 