In the Process : No Worry, Scurry, or Hurry
The after holiday time finds me happily languishing in the process of life instead of the results. There is no hurry, worry, or scurry.
Catching Up and Telling the Truth
What a slippery perspective buster “truth” is. The truth is that this first month and a half of Summer has been rough. Not in the hard ways my Summers used to start , but in very personal ways. Ways I was not even telling myself about. Today’s truth is that I am still awaiting the…
Feeling My Phantom Worry Limb
This past year, I’ve become more aware of where my thoughts wander. And where they don’t wander anymore. My improved self-awareness means I notice how my thoughts behave differently now than they did before all this hard self-work. I take notice of my options and choices when moments of decision bubble up to the surface…
Baby Loot
I began to feel panicky. I only had a crib, a mattress, and a blanky. Yes, there are numerous boxes of years’ worth of boys clothing in the attic. But we don’t know if we’re even having a boy. I had nary a nappy or bottle or binky in the house and I was 32…
