Shoshana Wolfington

Shoshana Wolfington

I have been writing since early childhood, my over-active imagination–as I have been informed, landing me in front of teachers, principals and angry parents on more than one occasion growing up. A product of the 50's now in my 60's, wondering how I arrived here so quickly, I was taught early and often that one never puts down on paper what one doesn’t want the whole world to know. Apparently that lesson didn’t stick. I am working hard at being comfortable with vulnerability, living in my own soft body of being enough–finally and with some relief as I begin the dissolving process towards the finality of life here on earth. No one really knows when that will come–my mother-in-law started giving things away in preparation for that day thirty years before her death. I think she was very surprised that it took so long. So in honor of my impending death whenever, I am giving my words away, the amazement, the beautiful, the confusing, the chaos and order, the beautiful bitter sweetness of it all. –I am writing it all down. It’s time to tell the truth.

Not always so easy no matter what you hear. Not that I have The Truth For All Time, but my own little corner of it. Like pulling a wisdom tooth out, but funny how some things stop hurting so much when you yank them out!

I pray we recognize one another in the words left here.

Shoshana Wolfington, aka Susan Wolfington, is a blogger at https://dearmiracle.com , a veteran and advocate for other women veterans, and poet and writer.

Articles Shoshana has Published
When Everything’s Falling Apart, How to Fall Together
When Everything’s Falling Apart, How to Fall Together

Last year my sister and I took a long anticipated trip to Cabo San Lucas. Landing at the airport in San Jose at the southern tip of the Baja California peninsula, we rented a car, anticipating a happy »

Last year my sister and I took a long anticipated trip to Cabo San Lucas. Landing at the airport in San Jose at the southern tip of the Baja California peninsula, we rented a car, anticipating a happy drive to our resort. I brought my trusted electronic GPS with me in order to navigate our way there. Zigging when we should have zagged at a fork in the road, we became horribly lost along the way. The..

Shoshana Wolfington · one day ago

Shoshana Wolfington · one day ago

If You Can Wait
If You Can Wait

It's enough, a place to begin to wait for a single drop or bead of rain to fall on the hole you've climbed in. A single drop that waters the single word that strikes the chord that plays just right, that »

It's enough, a place to begin to wait for a single drop or bead of rain to fall on the hole you've climbed in. A single drop that waters the single word that strikes the chord that plays just right, that grows into a bud, a tiny shoot, a spark of hope. If you can wait long enough. A day will do, then becomes two and three, a week, a month, a year of unexpected alteration, offerings falling from ominous..

Shoshana Wolfington · 5 days ago

Shoshana Wolfington · 5 days ago

The Invincible Summer Inside of You
The Invincible Summer Inside of You

In the midst of winter, I found there was within me, an invincible summer. –Albert Camas Not so very long ago, a President left the Oval Office and a new President took his place—for better or worse. »

In the midst of winter, I found there was within me, an invincible summer. –Albert Camas Not so very long ago, a President left the Oval Office and a new President took his place—for better or worse. We all have our own ideas about what he might or might happen now that he is there. All eyes of the planet are waiting to see. A man comfortable enough with his own authority has now taken his place..

Shoshana Wolfington · June 13th, 2017

Shoshana Wolfington · June 13th, 2017

The Alchemy of Years
The Alchemy of Years

The beautiful wild calls to me more and more. Days and years pass, and I am moving closer to death now that I am in the last third of my life. Being here now, I feel done with so much focusing on the logical »

The beautiful wild calls to me more and more. Days and years pass, and I am moving closer to death now that I am in the last third of my life. Being here now, I feel done with so much focusing on the logical minutia of my days. It's easier than when I was thirty or forty in a way. This minutia feels stale as I move towards lightening the agendas others have for me, the ones I have of myself, the tyranny..

Shoshana Wolfington · June 13th, 2017

Shoshana Wolfington · June 13th, 2017