Unlike the man who broke my heart, I haven’t and do not consider myself a “victim.” I have generally understood right from wrong. I have tried to be gentle and considerate to all beings. I can be with sadness, pain, sorrow. I can be with myself and know that I am not held hostage by... Continue Reading →
In Elul, the 60 days leading up to the Jewish High Holidays, it is said that God is in the fields, with us. He is informal, and predisposed to grant all requests. It is encouraged not to wait until Yom Kippur (the day to atone for sins in the previous year), but to take the... Continue Reading →
It's not easy having to regurgitate the story that evolved almost five months ago. When my fiancé ripped me away from the two kids I step-parented, emptied our house of his things, and was "done" with us. Just. Like. That. All while with his family out of state, in the process of buying a house,... Continue Reading →
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 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 →
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 →
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 →
"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 →
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