My Quiet Place

 As a dreamer, that is both a night and day dreamer, I have been almost obsessed with the idea of creative visualization. When I was thirty years younger, I collected enough visualization books to fill an entire 4 foot shelf. The topics included everything from chakras to interpretation and dialogues to scenic environments. I told myself I was using creative visualization to attain success in the so-called important things in life, but I ended up using it more as an escape from life than anything else. I suppose that in the long run I have drawn some value from it. For example, it gave me a chance to de-stress, unwind, and gain some insight into the workings of my own mind. I have often wondered if such things make me self-centered or simply more enlightened. Perhaps it has been a little of both. 



My favorite visualization is my quiet place. This is the place I have carefully put together and decorated to my tastes. As instructed in one book, I put all my senses into it. There is the scent of flowers, rain and old books, the sounds of various birds and frogs, the surroundings that give me joy, and the full sense of the variety of textures. I am hesitant to describe it in too much detail. It feels as though if I do, I am allowing you to enter. This is MY place. Well, aside from the people I invite to sit and drink coffee with me. I love the one on one time -- the discussions I have had with my deceased father, the philosophical talks I have had with Pope John Paul III (by the way, I am not Catholic), the arguments/insightful talks with friends. I love to dialogue and there is something about utilizing the personalities and minds (what I know of them, anyway) to come to a resolution or realize there are no solutions… and that is usually okay. 


I do not visit my quiet place as often as I used to.  The last time I was there, vines had covered it and dust had settled everywhere. A good clean-up is overdue. That will take some extra time. I shall create a broom and sweep the floors. Shake the rug. Clean the window. The flower bed needs to be weeded. Perhaps replanted. But the vines can stay. I love vines. I’ll add a trestle and pull them away from the window so I can watch the sun set. 


If I can remember where it is, of course. Lately I have been getting lost along the way. 




KK Domanski
AKA Scattered Daisy

Reading and Writing at Scattered Daisy

 The project is Scattered Daisy - a website built around books, writing, and a touch of other creative arts. Reviews, summaries, discussions, contests and education are the focus.  I am determined to see this through - and so everyday I work at it. I write content. I create images. I sign up for affiliate programs. I read, write, and consider.  I'm scheduled to launch on June 1st. 

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I Can Laugh - Just Not Too Hard

I had two seizures and broke ribs in the front and back. I seized again in the emergency room. 

That happened last week - on Mother's Day. Since then, I have been on a steady diet of ibuprofen, Salon Pas, my regular anti-seizure medication and prescribed pain medication. 

What to do, now? 

Well, thank God my knee and spine aren't bothering me.  No arthritis cream for me!

Ahem.  Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock on wood.


broken ribs



Lost And Found In Grief

On December 9, 2020, my life was inexorably changed. That was the day I lost my sister to cancer. She was two years older than me and a big sister in every way. She drove me crazy, pissed me off, made me laugh, made me cry and was always there for me. 
 
You are loved
Grief never really leaves, but little by little, it is possible to live with the pain and still be happy. If you had told me that a couple of years ago, I would not have believed you. In fact, I would have been disgusted. To me, that would have meant that whoever you had grieved for did not mean as much to you as Valerie did to me. So who the heck would you think you were to give me that kind of "support"?  

I did lose a part of myself. I will never be the same. However, one does not have to remain lost to prove love for a lost sibling/friend/spouse...

My path is different from the one I was on when my sister died, but there are still many places to see, people to meet, and experiences to be had. 

I'm working on my book. I'm writing short stories. I'm back to freelance writing. I'm posting in my blog again. 

Hello my few and treasured readers! How have you been?