Marilyn Glover
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7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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Bellowing Meadow
Dew walking, collecting wildflowers, Eden cherished each step of her barefoot experience. Mindfully, she wriggled grass between her toes while brown baby bunnies nestled among blooms of Black-eyed Susans. Filling her handbasket with yellow-orange daisies showered in condensation was her morning paradise.
By Marilyn Glover12 months ago in Fiction
Lost and Found; Rinse, Repeat
Dear lost girl, Not every journey is a skip down the yellow brick road. The straight and narrow, though plain and simple and the favored route, is not always the ideal path to living, to feeling present. Your barefoot trodden feet long for nothing more than to sink into oceanside sand, feeling tiny grains of crushed rock, ground and sorted, sifting between your toes, but sometimes the ends justifying the means entails an altered trip on a walkway lacking sufficient lighting.
By Marilyn Glover12 months ago in Poets
Stop Assuming Our Autistic Children Are Combative
I will never forget the telephone conversation with a dental receptionist during the pandemic lockdown. Our regular local office was temporarily shut down due to quarantine restrictions, so patients had to receive treatments at the larger dentistry branch. I was engaged in a typical phone call, making an appointment for my son, when I mentioned he was autistic because this was not his routine provider and the staff were unfamiliar with my child's history.
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Families
When Nannie Spoke, Even the Bunnies Harkened, Gathering to Eat From the Palms of Her Hands
Why do dated words intrigue me? Recalling early childhood memories, time, or perhaps I should say, restoring time, means being back at my grandparent's home where nature fearlessly spoke her simple truth. The only voice more inspiring and all-knowing came from a woman who called herself Georgia. Days of yesteryear still live on inside me commanding my attention.
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Families
Xanadu
Garden delight; peace Ruins, an era ghosted My third-eye keepsake
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets