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.
… kindness heals and comforts. The most memorable events of the past year involved acts of kindness towards others or bestowed upon me.
Sunset at summer’s end. The best light for looking at the lighthouse.
The crashing tide and wind always still my mind. The higher the tide, the more volatile the surf, the better. I was born in a cold raucous sea to a tempest of a woman. This is home to me.
… a vintage Tiffany bracelet from my lover and a beautiful day with family.