Today I saw grace in giving my body a day of rest. The last few weeks of December are always so full of amazing fun but I tire so easily … and not my
For the month of January, I’m going to try something that, if it works, I might continue each month throughout this year. In looking back over these last 1000+ posts, it occurred to me
20 years. Oh man, I remember the anticipation of the day. The ceremony started at 7pm so there was a lot of time between the wake up and the walk down. I remember the
A couple of days ago I wrote about how hope has invaded my cancer story through the practice of capturing the now, authentic as it is, on a daily basis. Yesterday, in all of
Helped Chris with a home improvement project today. Now paying for it and can hardly move…my joints locked up in exhaustion and pain, my body puffy and swollen from who knows what, my heart
“This desert journey has made me weary but my heart is still slouched toward hope.” MHN I love this statement by Morgan Harper Nichols. It fits so well into my present being. I’ve likened
As much as I struggle being in my own skin I’m sure glad I’m in my own story. I’m far too tired to write tonight…it was a long and wonderful Christmas Day spending time
Today I wish to be out of my own skin. My own body. I can’t even stand to look in the mirror and I can’t even think straight because of the brain fog. I
Oh the headspace today is roooooooouuuuuuuugh. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to do. The sludge is thick. *Post 997 February ::
Following yesterday’s post I’ve gotten some feedback regarding fear. I don’t blame them for wondering and I’m grateful they reach out rather than sit in their own presumptions about how I actually feel. As