Ruth Nicholas

Game Changer!

Removing the hair-tie...

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It was the day before Thanksgiving.

Sitting in a swivel chair, my head down. Snip snip snip… I watch as my hair falls to the floor. A striking picture of an Italian actress with pin straight hair and full bangs sits on the work station beside me.

My mind races… terror and excitement run rampant.

I’m . . .

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January 31, 2020

Consistency

Reversing a Bad Habit

It has been over a year since I last wrote, and it's driving me nuts that I can't create a habit to write.

Apparently I have no problem not writing on a consistent basis, clearly I have that habit down pat. But how to reverse this?

I guess the question is, what's stopping me?

I want to create a habit to write but in reality, where . . .

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May 02, 2019

Forever Starting

Today I want to start.

Yesterday I wanted to start too.

And the day before that I definitely wanted to start!

But sadly I did not.

But today I am determined.

Sitting at our kitchen table, window open, Spring trees a bloom, listening to the birds chirp loudly, with just 35 minutes before I have to walk back to work...

I . . .

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April 24, 2018

"Living The Dream"

Finding happy in the ordinary of every day...

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Life.

Boy does it take work to live it, breathe it, and not be at war with it!

It's taken me much work to discover that everything I need, want, or could ever hope for is right under my nose.

YEARS!

Spent looking for that magical something that will make me happy.

Wishing for a tomorrow that never . . .

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January 28, 2018

The Race

A Deconstruction of Time

Time is not a race.

It's not even a thing.

In fact it's a completely made up, fabricated entity brought into materialization for the soul purpose of differentiating a moment.

It's mans way of making sense of our existence. Our need for structure, for walls, for different compartments, for boxes. Because . . .

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May 29, 2017

Heart Beat

Laying my mind to rest

I just want to let go.

Free my mind.

Take life by the horns again... I am a Taurus after all!

Let myself play and experiment.

Write because it makes me feel good. Allow my thoughts an escape, my words to be seen. Even if they make no sense to someone else. Even if they benefit only me.

I want . . .

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March 11, 2017

Hear Me

Releasing my inner voice

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From a very young age I learned the difference between being seen, verses being heard. I discovered that unless I open my mouth to say something people will assume what I am thinking just by looking at me.

This realization hit me one day when I was perhaps 6 or 7 years of age. I was at a family function desperately wanting to . . .

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September 30, 2016

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