It is the day when we stop and look at where we’ve been for the last twelve months and adjust our compass for where we’re going in the next twelve. You can’t move forward until you stop and look at where you’ve been. That was the biggest lesson I learned this year because it was . . . → Read More: You Know What Day It Is
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First thing this morning grief and loss were laid across my table. Max Lucardo wrote about having to face your grief and loss. He described it as I lived it, perfectly: “The giant stirs up loss of appetite, insomnia, forgetfulness, thoughts of suicide. Grief is not a mental illness, but sure feels like one sometimes. . . . → Read More: One Last Lesson This week is my second week of five consecutive days of yoga. This week has been particularly enlightening. Not only have I felt better than I have in months, but I think I actually lost a few pounds over the holiday weekend. Physically I felt better, but even more so mentally. One of my . . . → Read More: Battle Cry Tonight on the news they were doing a sports story and talking to a team owner on the football field. Next to the owner was a young girl, very expensively dressed. As I was checking out her huge Coach bag, the thought of what it would feel like to have “real” money graced my brain . . . → Read More: No Lottery For Me Christmas at the cape was actually better than I thought it would be – especially food wise. We were in control of our menu and aside from some pierogis, some wine and a few eggnog martinis, we did pretty well. We actually had no Xmas cookies or candy to walk by and snack on and . . . → Read More: The Day After Christmas, if you look past the shopping, presents, cleaning, food prep, decorating, and wrapping, is a wonderful holiday all on its own. It’s the only holiday that doesn’t matter what your past was like, who your family was, or whether or not you even had one. Neither your nationality, religion, tribe, or country you live . . . → Read More: This Thing Called Christmas For the past month I’ve watched that commercial where the the girl jumps up and down with the two big bags in front of the guy sitting on the couch yelling “Done! Done, done, done!” For two weeks I wanted to be her and tonight I finally am. All done! Done, done, done. Food, presents, . . . → Read More: Done! Today in yoga class I was laying very still during the savasana, and the teacher said, “The only thing you can control in this room is your breath.” I have been going to yoga for 15 months, 3 or 4 times a week, and over the course of that time the teachers must have said . . . → Read More: How Many Times Must I Be Told? With two emergency room visits in three days with my husband, needless to say the stress and anxiety were on the rise in our house today. Thankfully as the journey through a-fib continues, we are now better educated and are arriving at a plan. Seems he goes in and out of a-fib a lot and . . . → Read More: The Horizon Line The rat is a rodent despised by most. He forages for food at night, running to and fro, peering around corners, over and under things, in fear of being caught. Even its face, with its beady black eyes and pointed nose, looks angry and mistrusting. A few years ago my husband and I were . . . → Read More: The Rat |
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