Author Archives: Anne Lane

About Anne Lane

A long time ago I dreamed about being a writer. I was seven. I wrote my first short story about a loved family horse which died. I began writing poetry for family members, including one for my grandfather who passed away suddenly when I was eight. I read it at his funeral. Since those many moons ago, I continued to write for myself; songs, journals, poems, essays. My writing was filled with thoughts and musings constantly shifting from dark and angry to whimsical and romantic, to wonderings about the world: life, death, love, spirituality, pain, family. My blog doesn't have a specific is a work in progress. I suppose my aim is to have a play with writing, get my thoughts, ideas and feeling out there and explore the world, people and thoughts. I hope I make you feel, think, laugh, cry and spur you on to peel your onion.

I am

I have always been around. At the beginning you accepted me without question. You felt me in the pearly laughter that bubbled from your soul when you discovered something new. You felt me in the boldness of your curiosity. You … Continue reading

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I really hate goodbyes. And depending on who I am saying goodbye to, I can get very emotional. I try so hard not to cry. I use tactics such as avoiding eye contact, use an abrupt, short tone and cut … Continue reading

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Dear Mom in the Waiting Room.

Dear Mom in the Waiting Room, I didn’t see you at first. What I noticed as we walked in was a young, laughing girl spinning around with a stuffed animal at the end of her outstretched arms. She had that kind of…

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8 Blind Assumptions We Are Taught To Believe (Pt. 1)

Originally posted on Inspiralight:
How much of our daily interaction is based on blind assumptions passed down to us from yesterdays story? How many times have you consciously questioned your own fundamentals? How often do you consciously pave a new path of personal…

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Sacred Space in Time

It was a Monday afternoon. I was heading back to Nakuru, Kenya, East Africa. Locals were either still working or making their way home. As we got closer to Nakuru, I saw more and more people resting by the side … Continue reading

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This is Amos…

This is Amos. Amos wants to learn how to read and write. He wants to learn how to speak English. He wants to learn to get a job to support himself and his family. He came to see Uncle Ivan … Continue reading

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In the midst of chaos and confusion, there was calm and clarity A glimmer shining steadfast, never wavering, always there, Surrounded by space and silence. It’s light penetrating the uncomfortableness With every breath inhaled lightness, Allowing space to take place, Embracing … Continue reading

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