I miss me when I’m gone

Ever feel like you are in a funk but everything is going relatively well? Like you’re stuck in your head or habit, not uncomfortable but not thriving, excited or passionate about life. I was in that space this week, just worn out, and uninspired. So many things jingling around in my mind, some of which […]

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Transmundane

Beyond the mundane. My husband is a storyteller of the highest caliber. As a matter of fact it was on the first date that he captivated me with his skill in crafting the most amazing, intriguing and (in hindsight), unbelievable stories.  He has told of free diving in the South Pacific, only to notice the […]

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Embracing Truth, As It Is

We all know those cheerful and optimistic, no matter what happens, smiling people. You might be one of them. I know I was for a long time. But what I’ve discovered, is that many of those times that I was living in total optimism, I was also in denial of reality. True positivity only flows […]

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You Might Be Right

I just learned my mother-in-law thinks I’m a pothead. While I have no issue with marijuana and actually think it is quite beneficial on many levels for many reasons, I do not smoke weed. Hearing of her preconceived notion that I indulge in all day sitting around, getting high, made me giggle to myself for […]

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Be Responsible, like a lemon tree

Responsibility. We’ve all been taught about responsibility. We’ve been told the shoulds  and the oughts we are expected to live by. We’ve been conditioned by the rights and the wrongs of our culture and society. We’ve grown up to believe societal norms, religious and cultural standards, acceptable behaviors, what choices will be respected what decisions […]

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The narcissist and the sea hag

Revisiting an old journal today. Can you identify? I’m told the result of human dignity and compassion is peace. I suppose my dignity has been called into question more often than I can bear. Compassion is too irregular to grab a hold of, too inconsistent. Peace interrupted by self doubt and a sense that my […]

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