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I believe that a house that is messy and chaotic results in a messy chaotic mind. And that a somewhat straightened house helps set the stage for clarity and creativity.
I have been emerging back into my life as I fight to be needed less by others. I fight more to show up for myself where I am needed which currently involves time in my craftroom. The craftroom being an analogy for my creative life. I believe this withdrawal into myself is the product of…
Inspiration hit me this week when I put myself to a task I feel is always over my head, held there by me. But it’s also literally above my head in my third-floor attic, the chaos of all chaoses. As I started to move about and clear the pathways from my life’s stranded moments, I…
I was walking through the house doing some catch up chores like spot cleaning rugs and cleaning cupboard doors and suddenly I blurted out, “I want my life back”. Because for the last almost two months, my time and efforts have been usurped by the chaos of my mother’s crumbling life. I tried in vain…
Life has layers. Especially if you are a caretaker and a homekeeper. And within this web of work, there is a priority hierarchy. In my head, there are tasks that take precedence and others that can wait. And as I’ve become more and more busy with the moving in of my mother, I have bogged…
I finally vanquished the constant chatter of fear in my head, and now I seem to be able to get more done. I show up wherever I think I need to and do what needs doing, often without listing it on a to do list. Yesterday I cleaned out the downstairs closet in need of…
These past couple of pandemic years have made me irreversibly aware of how much of what I, and many many women, do which goes unnoticed. We and much of our efforts are taken for granted. If the people we look to for validation don’t value us, we don’t consider who we are and what we…
This project was a long time coming. Having spent two years in the largest body I’ve ever been in and trying very hard to practice radical self-acceptance while secretly and simultaneously loathing my body and wanting to fix it, I quit Noom and the gym. I decided that there was changes that needed to be…
I believe that our Capitalistic Society now suffers from obesity of possession. And I am just as guilty of this as anyone. I have two air pumps to choose from and a blow-up mattress that leaks. Two thirds of my beloved jackets and coats no longer fit me. And yesterday I tried on two or…
It’s been a slow news week for me. I’m plodding along crossing things off my list. Doing the seasonal clean in my house. Planning to take a load to auction in a week and a half. I’m in do it mode and found myself at a loss for what to say here on the blog….
A “Good Day” is one where my children don’t give me a hard time. “Yes Mom” and “Sure Mom”, “How can I help Mom” they say. When I have slept without my body waking me up from some sort of weird pain. A day that is not overbooked and everything rolls out as planned. A…
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