#writealm Day 11


Conversations, ones that used to meet in the middle are now discordant;

no common ground, no understanding, no connection.

Difficulties arise as feelings are hurt, emotions are trampled, and boundaries are pushed.

How does one get from here to the place of peace and togetherness that came before?

©Pip Miller – November 2014


Journal · random

Catching Up

#writealm 8-10

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I’ve fallen behind due to work eclipsing my online time, but in this brief moment of a still house before Himself gets out of the shower and the t.v. goes on, I’m taking the time to do what brings me pleasure: writing in my blog and checking in on Twitter.

How’s that for a catch-up in 2 minutes or less? 😉

And now, to prepare for the day.

©Pip Miller – November 2014

Journal · nature



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This time of year, it would be obvious to go with fallen leaves when writing about today’s prompt, but that’s not where I my mind took me. Instead it took me into cracks…the one I fall into every year. The one that pop up between the summer’s busyness, and winter’s homage to hibernation. Fall is that wonderful crack in between where one day I’m full of energy to tackle my messy house, the next all I want to do is sit and read for hours and hours. There really never seems to be a middle ground.

book fortress

It’s almost as if on some level my body knows it’s time to finish up all those chores and projects I’ve half-heartedly tackled because once winter sets in, it’s mostly going to be reading time. No doubt about it. I turn into one of those people who are ready for bed the moment the sun sets – which makes things interesting at work. 😉 At home, though, it’s very easy to feel that what because Himself thinks he’s a vampire and removes light bulbs from lamps and overhead lights, keeps the curtains and blinds almost closed (in summer, too), and prefers candle light. So when that sun sets, yep, it’s time for bed. Which, of course, we don’t actually do because it’s only 4 o’clock, but that urge is there!

This time of falling into the crack between seasons is such a wonderful, beautiful time, and each year I enjoy spending my time there more and more. Seems I’m a crack sort of person. 😉

©Pip Miller – November 2014

Journal · random


#writealm Day 6

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What’s your favorite color? Mine is blue. But not just any blue, no. Cobalt blue. There’s something about the richness of that shade that draws me to it every time. I have little rice bowls that are white with cobalt blue flowers, I had a set of cobalt blue wine glasses before they all broke, my favorite velvet dress is that shade, and my favorite bowl and saucer are white with flowers and trim in this gorgeous color…

These dishes (which are actually darker than they look); the one in the back I’ve had for ages, the blue mug is relatively new, and I just picked up the soup bowl at the Dollar Tree for, yes, one dollar. Score! 🙂

Light blue doesn’t do it for me, and it’s a color I rarely wear. Jewel tones, that’s what they are called…jewel tones are like the flame to my moth.

What color is your flame?

©Pip Miller – November 2014

healing harmony · Journal

Heart Comes Loose

#writealm Day 5. 🙂


This one has me stuck for most of the morning, and then I did a distance healing session and it came to me: no matter what my emotions are when I sit down to send light, it is impossible for me to dwell on them. Yes, my thoughts wander and I may plan dinner or my next blog post, or wonder where that lost receipt is, but every single time my thoughts are brought back to the tingling in my hands and the knowledge that thousands of miles away there is someone feeling the result of that tingling. It’s strength varies with each sending; sometimes it’s a light tingle, sometimes it’s pins-and-needles, sometimes my hands feel like they’re on fire. I never know what will happen during each session, and no matter what is going on in my life, my heart is consistently set loose – floating along a wavelength of peace and love winding it’s way to the recipient.

It’s the best “job” ever. 🙂

©Pip Miller – November 2014

Journal · nature · random · spirituality


#writealm Day 4. 🙂

Singing tree

This is my neighbor’s magical, singing tree. It harmonizes with the wind blowing through its soft needles, and it sings to me of somewhere far from our high desert home in the southwest; somewhere it has never been, but the wind has. It’s song is the song of the sea, evoking in me memories of beaches on the cold north Atlantic…memories of…

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…waves lapping at the sand, moving up the shore in response to the pull of the moon, water so cold that you have to dunk yourself and stay submerged from the neck down until your body is numb and then you can swim for hours, sand so hot you wished you’d tied flip-flops to your bathing suit because it’s not possible to run fast enough or tip-toe lightly enough to escape it’s burning touch…


The beach, a rainbow of bathing suits, towels, umbrellas, chairs, ice chests (they call them cool chests here in the sw), and radios, all tuned to different stations. Some are rudely blaring, others are just loud enough for the immediate listeners. The smell of hot dogs bought from the vendor on the street above, seagulls circling while on the lookout for abandoned or dropped food, children shouting with joy and laughter – or crying from sheer exhaustion, parents calling out in warning to be careful, and the lifeguard’s whistle jolting us out of our sun-drenched stupor.

The sun, oh the sun…soaking into us, tanning – or burning – our skin as it passes through, melting our bones into such sweet lethargy, filling us with heat so strong that we fear we will melt into the sand, or, heaven forbid, spontaneously combust.

And underneath it all, this magical, wonderful tree sings to me the song that is just at the edge of my hearing at all times even though I now live so far from its source; it’s the deep lullaby of Mama Yemaya. Mother Ocean, in all her glory, calls to me, beckoning me home, soothing me with her message of peace, compassion…and love.


©Pip Miller – November 2014

divination · palliative lightwork · random


Day 3 of #writealm November prompts.

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Energy healing, as from a distance in this ©Osho Zen tarot card, fills the client with harmony, bringing them peace and respite from pain. The chakras spin more freely, dislodging the energies that were keeping them stuck, aligning again in perfect harmony.

©Pip Miller – November 2014

ETA: the ever-brilliant Alice de Sturler came up with the phrase “healing harmony”, and with permission is going to be a new hashtag for me!

Journal · random


Day 2 of #writealm

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It’s early morning, though my body thinks it’s later. Thank you, time change. The light is trying to peep into the room, wakening us to the fullness of the day, but the veil between the inside and the out is strong. No matter how hard the light tries, it cannot penetrate through to brighten our morning.

A.L.M. Writes

©Pip Miller – November 2014


Light a Candle

Participating in this month’s #writealm, and this was my post from yesterday (I posted it on Tumblr).

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The altar awaits:

a seven-day is lit,

promising blocks to be removed

and roads to open

in every direction.

An orange mini

is lit,

a wish is wished,

a hope is hoped,

and they are lifted

to the heavens

on candle smoke.

©Pip Miller – November 2014