Dead of the Night

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Staring at the ceiling, into nothingness; how do I make him realize that he is loved?
Does he realize how he has kept me going through this last year and a half?
I can't imagine where my life - our life - is going in the future both near and far.
Will we be happy? Will we have children? How will it all end? No certainty.

As I slowly turn to face my future husband, I can't help be see all of the love in his eyes.
Why does the strength of the love between us scare me beyond anything I've felt?
Caught between two versions of my life, the paralysis of it all keeps me yearning.
I need to be thankful for all of the wonderful things that have come from this chaos.

In the dead of night, I dream of all that is yet to come.
In the dead of night, I yearn for a solution to this mess.
In the dead of night, I somehow find the strength to go on.
In the dead of night, I find yet another reason to love him.

Great Advice for Any Writer!

I happened to meet this woman on LJ - xjenavivex

xjenavivex: links
xjenavivex: Reference Book List
xjenavivex: book recommendations
xjenavivex: tips
xjenavivex: tips 2
xjenavivex: tips 3
xjenavivex: tips 4

xjenavivex: Recommended LJ Authors

We've chatted quite a bit - and it is my intention to use a lot of her research in order to create a writing page on my own webstie (I already have her permission). While I'm primarily doing it for my own reference (and I hope to add to it), I would like to leave it there for others to follow as well.

More later.

Lindsey
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PS - Julie - Take note!

A Dreamer's Dream

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Silently wondering when life will return to normal.
I can't seem to concentrate on what's truly important.
Creating a true life for myself and my loved ones.
Waiting for a wonderful opportunity to fall in my lap.

Impatient to make all of our dreams come true.
I can't help but wonder if things will come together.
Until then, all I can do is plug away in earnest.
Keep trying and keep my head up high - and maybe...

Just maybe I will be able to fulfill my heart's desire.
With you always lovingly by my side, always supportive.

New Website!

I don't normally post something like this here (I truly try to stick to my writing), but I can't help this one!

Julie and I just completed TS Corner this evening! It is now open for business!

For those of you who may not know, I have Turners Syndrome and have been working with my friend Julie (who is approx. my age and who also has TS) to create a website and forum for young women who have TS. There are a LOT of resources for girls with TS, mature women with TS, health care professionals, parents, etc. - but not for young women with TS (By the way, it only affects women).

Enjoy the new site!

Lindsey

Writing Alone on the River

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As she paddled away from the bank, not a care in the world, she couldn't help but smile.
A treasure of 3 hours of peace - just her, the river, and the animals - Eagles, turtles, and spiders.
The river itself, somehow a part of her soul, seemed to change and remain timeless all at once.
Muddy at times, but always with a sparkling current, it has and will stand the test of time.

Stopping to enjoy the scenery, she pulled out a notebook and pen to record the journey for all.
She wondered if others who hadn't been so lucky could understand the depth, the atmosphere.
How do you express something so very natural, that can take you back to childhood in an instant?
How do you capture the very essence of summer in a few short words that are destined to be lost?

Unending, forever changing - just like me.

Spring Cleaning

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Simply organizing the haphazard collection of thoughts, ideas, clothes, books, and nicknacks.
All on display for everyone to see, it isn't much to some, but it is the world to me - memories acquired.
Placed carefully in boxes for future generations to discover and ponder, the memories too painful to bear.
Friends who went on to have lives of their own, a dog-eared book long since forgotten, and photos.
Evidence of the life I once led, that is now only a distant dream that might never be reclaimed.

Ideas and youthful enthusiasm now idle. Cherished dreams now scattered among the boxes.
Trying to move on and create new memories, experiences, and the like - starting over continuously.
The intangibles are what survive - the feeling of freedom, youth, and irrelevance - amongst the drudgery.
How do you move on when you can't seem to get rid of what you once cherished most in the world?
There is no room to usher in a new phase in your life if you let go of nothing of the past - even dreams.

Finally!

I'm finally getting back on my feet with regards to writing!
Somehow, I'm finding inspiration again... Let's just hope that I can keep it up!

More later.

Lindsey

New Life!

I've sorely neglected this blog over the last month (along with digital expressions), for which I sincerely apologize. Here is goes: I just haven't been in the mood. But I'm back to being inspired again. That's a very good thing due to the fact that I don't want to write for the sake of writing anymore. I want my work to be polished, mature, and thought-provoking.

Happy Reading and Writing :D

Lindsey