Shifts Can Happen

Bad crap happens all the time - but SHIFTS can happen all the time too. The neuroscientist said this during the "Bouncing Back" program I attended a few months ago. She covered so much, but I was just 60 something days post the trauma of being thrown in the trash and virtually left for dead... Continue Reading →

I’m Here

I forget sometimes that I'm *here.* I can't automatically revert back to my go-go-go patterns, I am focused on now, this day, this moment. I suppose I am grateful that out of pain I am developing a slowing down, a loosening that I knew was beneficial, but didn't think possible for someone like me. The... Continue Reading →

Stay

I stayed. Because I'm loyal and in love, and prioritize what matters. Because when you asked if I wanted to spend the rest of my days by your side, and we both know what that means, I gave it some thought and said that I did. It meant everything. It should mean everything to both... Continue Reading →

Forgiveness is not forgetting

She will share your bed in the tent I bought for us, at the festival we based our wedding on, in the sacred space that you used to say was reserved for me. While you wear one of the many shirts I bought you with the jeans that I showed you how to¬†wear, Swap me... Continue Reading →

When will you realize…

Maybe things need to die, fall or break off to let the new, stronger pieces grow. To let them come in. To make space. And the other pieces are dead, just dead. They can't re-grow. They can't live again. They'll eventually turn to dust. And be nothing. The new pieces will be in their place,... Continue Reading →

Pain Along the Path

"Perhaps there is no solid obstacle except our own need to protect ourselves from being touched. Maybe the only enemy is that we don't like the way reality is now and therefore wish it would go away fast....if we run a hundred miles an hour to the other end of the continent in order to... Continue Reading →

Start. Succeed (or not), Repeat

This mantra that I ripped out of a magazine, has followed me - on display within every desk, home office space and office nook that I've had for the past 20 years. Sometimes the most simple collection of words can be utterly powerful. I've used it to remind myself to be OK with failure, OK... Continue Reading →

Running, like a butterfly

I know that may be hard to envision. Butterflies frequently fly in short bursts, which is how I would describe myself as a runner. During the months after my divorce, I literally ran out of the house -- running, as "a sport," for the first time. My mind was everywhere and I needed more than... Continue Reading →

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