Remember Hull beach where we gathered shells the first semi-warm weekend last spring? We didn’t need coats and the tide was high, crashing and spilling beautiful cracked and whole shells at our feet. I was wearing bean boots and couldn’t move as quickly as you and fell prey to the undertow – feet and shoes sinking like hot stones through sand – when the water crested and rushed up to my knees. My thick cotton pants and feet full of… Keep Reading
I believe life is enhanced by the connections we make. Friends, mentors, lovers, charity, art are all ways we choose to connect with something greater than ourselves. What are some ways you hope to build connections in the coming weeks?
Outside swirls hurricane force winds into the evening. This is a foto of the boat ramp in the town harbor yesterday the day before the storm hit.
I love my mom. I took this foto of her the Saturday after my first chemo cycle. She stopped her busy life of work and citywide volunteer coordinating to come be with me for cancer treatment for 2 weeks and ended up staying 3 months. The last day of the first 5-day chemo cycle, we left the hospital and I drove her to the lighthouse where I fotographed her at my favorite place near the water. I love that we had… Keep Reading
Home is where this smile is. My daughter is home for me. For 20 years, I’ve built our nest around laughter and love.
… whole as I enter the new year. I speak this over my body. My body that is working hard to make good cells after chemo and radiation. I speak this over my mind. My mind that fights against the tide of memory of what has been lost. I speak this over my spirit. My spirit self that is ravenous to be filled, but not hold on to trauma.
I’ve focused a lot of energy, of late, on a return to my old self. It’s how I marked the days during radiation and chemotherapy. But what if I never feel the way I did the months, weeks, days, seconds keading up to my cancer diagnosis? What if my wellness journey means a new and different me? What if some of the things I used to love don’t move me so much anymore, but are replaced with new things to… Keep Reading
Life. All of it. The mess of it. The questions. The lessons. The indecision. The baptism by fire and learning on the fly. The squabbles. The joy. The unbridled glee. The clamor. The silence. The negotiation and inevitable compromise. The wealth and the bankrupt. The maps drawn, erased, and replotted. The missions. The road trips. The destinations. The arrivals. The departures. The attraction. The initiation. The invitation. The aggravation. The love. The love. The love. The blood. The bruise. The… Keep Reading
A little tired, but great vision.
I want for 2018 a renewed health and vigor. All I can think of these last days of 2017 is my lack of energy. I want 2018 to bring with it my body’s return to strength and power and the desire to resume my old routine and the discovery of new things. Wellness. Please, 2018, be a kind to a gal.