Stripped Bare


Fear.  It possessed their souls.  Maybe it has always been there, but for sure it is magnified…wearing a gown…attached to wires…holes being poked in their arms…strangers walk in…modesty walks out…no idea who will touch them…who will hurt them…what are their rights?

Nothing happens until everything does…and then they move with lightening speed and you can barely keep up…and they don’t know what is happening…but they know they are on borrowed time…and they reflect on a life…and the sadness creeps through the cracks in their skin…and they fight!

They’re not done yet…but it is inappropriate…not the right time…not the right words…maybe they didn’t hear the directions…but suddenly everything they do is wrong…and they are labeled “forgetful!”

Water is wet…but thickened by regrets of a voiceless advocate…as buttons are pushed…calls go unheard…alarms ring in the distance…roommates make terroristic threats

and then there is silence…

you pray for silence




The past week and a half has been one of the most trying of my life.  It started with my brother-in-law who contracted MRSA in his leg and was in danger of having it amputated.  Then his father had a heart attack, on the same day my mother, “The Momma,” was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia.  My brother came to visit The Momma on Thanksgiving Day, and then had a heart attack two days later.

The outcome:  Brother-in-law is home and doing well with both legs intact.  His father had surgery and is recovering.  My brother checked himself out of the hospital after surgery, and I worry if he will follow the strict guidelines that were given to him.  And The Momma was moved to an inpatient rehabilitation center, and although down and out at the moment…I expect her to rally soon and work hard to recover.

And me?…I am hanging in there.  In times like this it can be so very hard to find the good…but I have an unending faith that everything happens the way it is supposed to.  And the only way I got through all of this so far is to look for the things that I am grateful for.  I am Blessitude!

I will not have the time to be as present here as I would love to be.  I thank you all, wonderful souls, for the support you show me 🙂  I will visit you all as soon as I can.  May you all walk in Love and Peace!

❤ Lorrie


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My healing journey on the continuum of "It's all wrong" to "It's all right!" I love art and the creative process, reading, writing, and playing tennis.

62 thoughts on “Stripped Bare

  1. Wow. It’s hard to know what to say. I’m sorry to hear about your troubles. Your strength is inspiring. I hope your mother and the rest of your family make a swift recovery. ❤


    1. Hi Sarah…thank you! I understand that it is hard to know what to say…I am walking through this truly living in the moment (or at least reminding myself to) for when my mind races to trying to figure out what the future will be …I feel so out of control…and just keep repeating “I don’t know!” I must stay in Faith…and stay in the moment. Thank you so much for your words of comfort. I hope all is well with you! 🙂 ❤


      1. Thank you. We’ve been through a bit of a rough patch – son’s broken leg and daughter getting bullied – but thankfully, we’re almost through it now and lessons have been learned. These tough episodes are like being tempered in a fire, aren’t they?


    1. Oh, Yvonne….it has been so hard. I was in complete darkness….but I never lost faith!! He answers my prayers. I rest in the knowledge that EVERYTHING is going to be okay as long as love stays in my heart! I have thought of you often….I pray for you dear soul…dear friend. I send you so much love ❤ ❤ ❤

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