Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

I have this undying love for the color white. It’s as if I channel the Queen of Hearts, obsessively splattering red paint over roses, except in my case, it’s all about white. When we moved into our current house three years ago, those warm tones of tan and yellow that resembled a Tuscan café hadContinue reading “Another Sunset”

I find myself reluctant, as if I’m akin to a stubborn donkey, resisting the pulling rope, not wanting to engage and write this post. The weight of time bears down on me, though in reality, there’s no immediate deadline looming. Nevertheless, it feels as if time is slipping away. A pesky cut on my gum,Continue reading “Force Of Love”

The darkness, once a familiar companion, now feels distant and elusive. I question whether those moments in the past were real or mere figments of my imagination. Doubt creeps in, and I begin to question my own existence. Like a Pinocchio toy, I despise the fact that my nose grows longer with each perceived failure.Continue reading “A Desperate Flea”

I want the Buddha’s enlightenment thing. You know, that sense of clarity, where sitting under a tree and appreciating a flower reveals profound truths bursting forth like confetti from a popper. It’s an experience I yearn for, that feeling of unstoppable awakening. In my own pursuit of inner peace, I try to focus my attention,Continue reading “Lotus Bogus Flower”

The waves. They hit me, one after the other. I can’t catch my breath. Their pressure, their push—relentless. The tightness, the overwhelming force—it won’t let go. And then I’m up, breathing freely again. My nerves settle, and all is well once more. I remember when I learned about a family acquaintance receiving a substantial sumContinue reading “Rub-A-Dub Sub”