Life

From a 2012 Facebook post. I thought it was worth sharing here. Diana Hacker Reed January 5, 2012 at 9:09pm · Life A Facebook friend posted about the loss of her husband. Although I don’t know her personally, I read her story of triumph over death and dying. Her husband was diagnosed with cancer on…

The Long Road Home

I wasn’t going to talk about this publicly, then I recalled just how far silence gets you. A little background: I’ve been seeing a therapist for the past nine months because of an internal signal fire that’s struggling to be identified. A years long heating that showed up as annoyance…evolved into anger…then burst into rage….

Why I’m Writing a Novel

Originally posted on Diana's Wildcrafted Life:
20,000 words in so far. It’s about our human race. Our duties, our responsibilities, our doom, and our hope. It’s about how we treat each other, and how we treat our planet, our only home. The “sick to death” incidents below happen almost daily. Am I really that…

Lost and Found

Don’t worry about what you might lose. Think about what you might find. Find the fortitude to go on. Find the courage to hold steady. Find compassion and empathy to aid another being, man or beast, Find that memory will take you home and love will have your back. Find that you are more than…

What if?

What if there were no countries? What if we saw it in a different way? What if we didn’t see us divided by borders and discerned by opinion, but instead as a people, a species, a family? We are all, all of us, human. Living on one planet, our home. What if we actually worked…

Un·fin·ishedˌ(ənˈfiniSHt) not finished or concluded

I am a compilation of faces, and expressions, and hope, and loss, and joy, and anger, and love and fear, and dark and light. I am a soul of wonder and awe and magic. I am a well of life ~ I have been completely empty, and utterly filled. But most often, somewhere in between,…

The Memory of Love

This is for my son. Once upon a time, a wise man asked a grieving man where his love had gone. The grieving man, confused, asked the wise man what he meant. Where, the wise man repeated, did your love go? The grieving man, lost in a lonely place, remained baffled by the question. Love,…

Cut and Run

I see this life like a swinging vine, Swing my heart across the line In my face is flashing signs, Seek it out and ye shall find. On December 12 of 2006, my home was the scene of something almost everyone fears – but thankfully never has to face – fire. And although I don’t…

I am the Mountain

The shift occurred on day 4 of my 8 day journey back to Florida. Crossing the border from Wyoming into Colorado around 3:00 pm, we were smack in the middle of a beautiful day – sunny, warm, big thick clouds, then the Rockies came into view and I was gone. Everything prior to that moment…

Is the Mountain Out?

A few early Monday mornings ago around 5:00 am, I found myself on Vashon Island, a narrow strip that runs north and south from the coast of West Seattle to Tacoma. From my place on the island overlooking Puget Sound, I was treated to a lovely sunrise slowly creeping its way up Mount Rainier. The…

Chaos Burning

For weeks now I’ve been trying to write. Trying to find something profound to say. Something deep and meaningful that makes sense of sudden, tragic loss. Words that provide the balm, wrap the wound in a protective sheath, and let healing begin. Thoughts and ideas that explain the randomness of life, the bizarre selection process…

Bittersweet

“You’ve got to take the bitter with the sweet.” was a life long lesson repeated to me by my Father throughout my childhood, adolescence, and most of my adult life, pretty much until he passed. He was right. Life doesn’t come with a return policy, it’s pretty much an As Is sale. Sometimes, bitter and…