A Decade of Reflection: Why I Took a Writing Recess

It's been ten years since my last blog post. A lot has happened during this time. In March of 2016, I moved into my house and started a small backyard farm on a half-acre land. I also experienced some losses. In October 2019, I lost the love of my life to a heart attack, and on December 7th, 2023, I lost my 16-year-old cat while I was at a photography group at the local library. She had been my support through the ups and downs of the last 16 years, and her passing has left me with no one to help me through the pain.

In 2019, I started the blog www.ramblingoftype.com. What began as a newsletter typed on my Remington manual typewriter became an online blog. I wrote about what was happening at the 14-acre farm I lived on then.

I earned a degree in journalism last year, and as a hobby, I started learning to play the ukulele. 

One Last Note…

On this star-filled night with the moon full and bright, I sat among the pines to clear my mind.

The memories of a life gone awry, always the desire to fly, to rise above what has been. The whisper of the gentle breeze rings true of what I must do.

There is no goodbye to learning to fly.

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Hello You

Do you remember when you left me? When you were too grown-up to play when I visited? When you no longer found a monster under the bed, in the closet?

Do you remember where you left me? Am I in the box you packed with your beloved childhood toys for safekeeping? Did you toss me out with your once-favorite fuzzy slippers?

Do you remember the fun we had in worlds and adventures of our own making? Back when the world belonged to you and me, you believed everything was possible and you could be anything.

All the fun we once had; do you miss me – as I do you?

Lovingly,  Your Imagination.

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I am the Willow

 

I am the Willow.

I bend to the will of the Wind.

He is satisfied that he has caused me to weep.

He does not know; I do not break.

His lack of understanding comprehends not;

I am renewed from a depth he will never come to know.

 

Encouragement I gain from the nearby stream as she whispers;

“You are loved.”

The gentle embrace of the cleansing rain heals my wounds.

Even with the scars that remain, she comforts me with the wisdom;

“You are beautiful.”

The Robins build their nest in the shelter, which are my branches.

They sing a new song to my soul;

“You are needed.”

The sun rises, and light shines through the past darkness.

I recognized a new truth;

I am a survivor.

 

__Lauralynn Browning         

Fefe had twins on 3/8/13.

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It was a bright sunny day at 45 degrees, a beautiful day for the ewe to have her babies. She did well for her first time. She gave birth in the back pasture in the sun. By the time Richard found her at 4 in the afternoon, she had already had them clean, fed, and up walking.

Teddy Bear Tears

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There are times in a girl’s life when the only comfort she can find is under the covers, hugging her Teddy bear while she cries herself to sleep.

Happily Ever After

     If I knew where my happily ever after was, I’d go fetch it by the feet and drag it home.

     As a young girl, I expected things to turn out a certain way. I expected to find the love of my life, my best friend, the one whom I could share my every hope and fear with, the one who (by his belief in me) would help me believe in my ability to achieve my dreams. This love was to be two lives merging into one, the unbreakable bond that no one could break apart. 

     Instead, I’ve found a labyrinth with many dead ends. I’ve suffered under their stifling anger, disbelief, and, worst of all, the necessity of keeping my thoughts and needs to myself. There was no room for my needs amongst the unbearable demands of the other I was with at that time.