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Opal Palmer Adisa's Blog
November 6, 2009
- When I was a little girl in Jamaica, my mother had a dear friend, Mrs. Powell, who had a bookshop in downtown Kingston that we visited weekly. While my mother and Miss Powell spoke and caught up on each other’s news, I would browse around, flipping through books, reading a few lines or several pages. When I got older, in my teens, I went to the store on my own, to visit with Mrs. Powell, ...
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October 28, 2009
- Years ago, whilst in the midst of raising three children as a single-mother and working full time, I lamented about needing time to write, just a simple poem, now I have an empty nest, but I still cannot find time to write all the stories bubbling in my head because of work, which has nothing to do with writing.Why has that not happen for me -- being able to live as a full time writer?Why am I ...
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October 13, 2009
- Living MyLife: Getting UnStuck Procrastinationis the medicine of failure and dreams never realized. Each and every day wemust go about living our life as if this is the only and most precious momentwe have. Alltoo often I hear people say, tomorrow, or next year, making excuses as to whythey are not doing what they love, fearful to take a change, to risk, toexperience the sensation of ...
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September 27, 2009
- How have we come to this? People are busy communicating on various sites, but have nothing to say, well nothing of substance it would seem. Is life so mundane? "I am getting ready to sleep or going to take a shower, ad nausea ..." Really! Why should I care? This is after all, I am told, a democracy, so people have the right and they certainly have space and access to the ...
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September 18, 2009
- Thorny but Necessary Path: I would not forgive her, I pouted at four, when once again, my sister, being the older, got to share the treats, this time it was a gloriously deep red apple. I did not forgive her that day, and for my stubbornness, I was punished. However, I did not care and refused to eat my share of the apple. Although I distinctly remember my mother packing us up and ...
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September 11, 2009
- I have asked myself time and again, if given the chance, what would I have done differently, would I have loved less men? Would I have taken less risks? Would I not commit words to page?My life is free of regrets. I seek no confession nor do I entreat anyone for forgiveness.I forgive myself all my mistakes.Do I wish that in order to walk I had not fallen down, and kept on falling down until ...
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September 4, 2009
- LAST CHILD OFF I pulled her to my bosom, held her tenderly and whispered, I love you,” into her ears. I could feel our heart beats pulsing through one another and in that moment my eyes liquefy. We disengaged and I walked away not looking back, but less than 100 yards away, a wail, so forlorn, escaped me, my breathe tighten that 50 yard further I had to sit down to catch my breath ...
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August 27, 2009
- I was reared at a time and in a place where it was frowned on to declare who you were, what strengths or talents you possessed, or in anyway affirm and applaud yourself. I remember being cautioned to wait until someone praised me for some act before I announced my talent or value. Boastfulness was frowned on, touting your own horn was discouraged, humility was praised, disappearing into the ...
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August 25, 2009
- Until I was there, I had not imagined myself sailing on the Amazon, until I was there I had not seen myself climbing the walls of China, until I was there I could not have envisioned the vastness of the pyramids, and so it is okay that I cannot hold in my mind's eyes where tomorrow will find me, and what other wonders life will offer at my feet. All I can do is stay open and declare that I ...
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August 13, 2009
- Most of us wake up each day, wash our faces and bodies, make ourselves presentable and go out into the world. Often, despite what is going on with us, fights with children or partners, mounting bills, a challenging boss or colleagues, problematic neighbors, or physical ailments, we smile at others, nod acknowledgment, say excuse me, and in general behave in an amicable manner with whomever ...
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July 23, 2009
- Although I rushed, I suspected that with only an hour transfer time, I might, and did miss my connecting flight from Paris to Napoli, Italy. The next flight was three hours later, and although tired, after drinking a cappuccino and eating a sandwich, I felt less like a zombie from the seven hour red-eye flight on which I did not sleep, and more incline to walk around, reconnect with my body and ...
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July 15, 2009
- “Running Through the Woods” The word beauty doesn’t mean much anymore because it is so over used, but sometimes the word beautiful means everything, and must be used over and over again, until the beauty that encompassed the word covers and fills the world, and we are all so captured by its beauty that beauty is all we see, and beauty is what we become. East Haddam, Connecticut, ...
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July 11, 2009
- The value of a writers' retreat is just that, permission to write without being interrupted, to make the writing priority, to fall in love over and over again with words and ideas.I don't know why I do not take opportunity of the numerous writers' retreats that are available more often, because whenever I do—like now—the work flows like it seldom does at home. Interrupted as it it by the ...
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July 6, 2009
- Today as I sit at the desk, in the room that will be mine for the next two weeks at this retreat, I think to myself, that what I need and have always needed more than a room, is a world from which and about which to write.The world outside my window is dense forest, verdant, expansive, with at least five distinct different bird calls and an environment that is alive and communicative, and ...
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