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The Empath’s Terms of Setting Boundaries By Janet Stout

 ■ The Empath’s Terms of Setting Boundaries By Janet Stout ■ Introduction: The Gift and the Challenge of Empathy Being an empath is both a blessing and a challenge. Empaths possess a heightened 0sensitivity to the emotions and energies of others, often feeling joy, sorrow, anxiety, or excitement as if it were their own. This gift allows them to deeply connect with people and understand situations from a place of compassion. However, without healthy boundaries, this same sensitivity can become overwhelming and emotionally draining. Setting boundaries isn’t about building walls—it’s about finding balance between giving to others and preserving your own emotional well-being. ■ Understanding the Need for Boundaries Empaths naturally want to help others. They listen, absorb, and often carry the emotional burdens of those around them. Over time, this can lead to emotional fatigue, anxiety, and even physical exhaustion. Boundaries serve as an energetic filter, helping empaths determine wh...
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March 16, 2026 Homework - Marilyn Mongeon Quill

 March 16, 2026 Homework A poem for St. Pat Though we don’t know where he’s at. We’ve been drinkin and drinkin And eatin and winkin And still looking for St. Pat. A toast to the most And maybe next time a roast If he doesn’t show up here For a Jamison or a beer!
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Echoes of Resilience: A Journey of Healing and Discovery

Echoes of Resilience: A Journey of Healing and Discovery by Janet Stout Chapter 1: The Early Years I grew up in a world where imagination was my refuge and creativity my compass. From the first poems I scribbled to afternoons spent gathering stones in the garden, each moment was a quiet lesson in wonder. Chapter 2: Lessons in the Silence After my complete laryngectomy, I entered a world of silence--but not of emptiness. I learned to listen differently, communicate with my eyes, my hands, and the energy I projected. Chapter 3: Creativity as a Lifeline Knitting, crocheting, painting, writing--each became a thread in the tapestry of  my healing. These weren't hobbies; they were lifelines. Chapter 4: Spirit Guides and Spirit Visitations I often feel subtle presences--some familiar, some distant. Spirit guides have comforted me in dreams, while visitations have gently reminded me that I am never alone.  Chapter 5: My First Ghostly Encounter I was about twelve when I first saw her--...
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October 20th meeting, poem from Terese from prompt from Janet

  My Autum Song There's something about October That sets my heart on fire Firey red leaves ablaze, rustling underfoot Seasons changing Green to red Fade to brown Orange so vibrant as sun filters through majestic golds Gusty winds sends colors swirling  like the gypsy's dance Now fade to brown to usher in  the old man
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October 20th meeting, poem from Tina from prompt from Janet

As we draw nearer to winter we are gently pulled along  by the seasonal changes - greens fade to lighter greens and even into yellows. Not being sure when the weather will grow less friendly, we watch the changes and see  more oranges, reds, and yes, even purples. They are  indicative of what's to come; the cold blue of winter and  hitting the slopes or staying by the fire and let it's dancing oranges and yellows take us back to the happy colors of fall.
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October 20th meeting, poem from Janice from prompt from Janet

  Fallen Leaf Once I was green now faded to brown shriveled and wrinkled perched above the ground, gripping to a branch no longer able to grow swift winds passing by to let me go, down to the ground falling so gracefully only to be trampled beneath the ole oak tree
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October 20th meeting, poem from Sara from prompt from Janet

   Sometimes I feel like the leaves in the Fall. I go along being my normal Boring "green" self. Something happens: A word from a friend A Bible reading the hits my soul A dream at the just wake time And gradually my "green" fades Little by little Till My true colors show Now it's not always a pretty color Maybe it's a boring drab brown Or gray But maybe it's the vibrant orange Of being able to tell someone I love them Or the deep red of heartfelt peace Or a bright yellow of just being glad I'm alive. Sara Twining at Lakeshore Writers Group
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