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Nov.09.2011
Has it been that long and so short? One Year and five months. Summer of 2010. I know that I’ve mentioned the public speaking class I took on a few occasions recently, but it felt as though it was much further in the distance than I realized. Time has gone by fast in 2010 and continues to speed by...
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Nov.08.2011
When I was at the bank, waiting for the deposit to be processed, I noticed that the teller behind the counter seemed young. He was an Asian man and he wore dark slacks and a blazer to match. I don’t know that I could work in a bank. Getting dressed up everyday would be dreadful. I noticed that he...
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Nov.07.2011
Monday mornings have not been easy for me lately. I don't find myself wanting to go to work. Instead, I'd like to stay home all day and do what I feel like doing, which could be reading, could be writing, could be staring out the window, eating. I hope that by the time I get to work, the day doesn'...
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Nov.02.2011
  Trucks drive by, clunk, clunk. A car zooms close after. The shutting of a door. These things represent outside for me today and most mornings. The refrigerator rumbling softly, my coffee cup sits on the upper left side of this small desk that faces a wall with a window behind, near the bed....
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Oct.31.2011
  Winding down dotted hills of champagneand plum wine, grapes round with abundance.Cows in patches, mooing and chewing thegrain. Rustling grasses beneath hoofs, furrygroundhogs playing hide and seek with theclouds. Jack-O-Lanterns greet visitors,atop the brick arch overlooking vineyards.Aroma...
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Sep.19.2011
Feeling blank, yet full. I told myself that I wasn’t going to write about feeling blank, but I cant fight it. I can only follow its lead into the dance, let him lead the way. I give my hand—ready to surrender. I no know other way. I must give up the need to control and I have gotten better with...
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Sep.16.2011
Today I felt compelled to select one card from the Tarot deck with no question in mind—just for a general feel: Self speaking to self. I shuffled and a card got away, landed right there. I hesitated at first, then decided that was going to be the one. I flipped it over. 3 of Disks: Works. The...
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Sep.15.2011
It became noticeable yesterday when we were driving back from the grocery store to home at about 7:30 PM. “The days are already starting to get shorter.” “Uh-huh.” “Look, it's almost dark and people have their headlights on already. Two weeks ago when we took our walk at this time it was much...
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Sep.08.2011
Taking a break from reading blogs. Taking a break from the need to write and share, turning back inward, getting re-acquainted with the quiet space—the solitude. September is upon us, October is not far behind. The last three months of the year always bring a certain feeling to me—a mixture of...
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Aug.16.2011
I could see the land for as far as my eyes could reach. Was I walking or did I have an animal instinct inside myself? The wheat colored grass crunched underfoot. I sensed that I wore a heavy regal robe or was it a sheer night dress? As if in a flash of a moment, animals started charging up from the...