I have found it interesting that even three years later, October 9 looms. I’ve been all-consumed with what the date has been for the last many days, even into the last few weeks. “Are
The hot pink of October, despite its well-meaning intentions, doesn’t tell the real story…so my body will: My body has been sluggish all day—The ratcheting of my pained joints. The heaviness of cancer-confused-now-menopausal pounds
“Courage, dear heart.”C.S. Lewis The root of the word courage is ‘cor’ – the Latin word for heart. Did you know that? Today, I am just sitting with that….that simply minding my heart is
It’s a tough anniversary day as this was the day my port was placed…a much more difficult step then I’d expected. A step heavy on my heart yet three years later. It was impossible
Vulnerability is not one-size-fits-all. And though it may be universal in that everyone has their stories of it, it is quite relative to the individual. Even if experiences are the “same” the experience of
UGH. I’ve felt totally off all day. A L L DAY. My body hurts. My stomach is upset. My mind is restless. My heart is agitated. My whole being, edgy. I’M SO BLAHHHHHHHHHHH. I
I’m sitting on a porch swing in the Colorado mountains, coffee close by, a fall chill in the air, the breeze gently quaking the aspens. It’s lovely here. And it’s quiet; my mind dreaming
So how about today? Have you practiced any pauses? I have a theory (also hear: opinion) that I’m gonna throw out there. Those who struggle the most with the pause, aka “slow down,” are
Did you s l o w d o w n at all today? Or did you keep moving f-a-s-t- – -> from one thing to another? If you did slow down and stop, what part(s) of your day did you intentionally choose to?
Foggy head. A struggle to focus. Dreadful body pain. A stagnation of progress. Complacency to exist. A sadness so very deep. My heart, heavy with memories of waking up in a hospital room, holes