After publishing yesterday’s post, I expected to hear from people…I didn’t realize that I had this expectation when I wrote. As the day unfolded I did receive a few responses…but none were saying what I had anticipated. None were asking for time to talk or work out some past issue with me…all were expressing gratitude… Continue reading clearing…
Forgiveness. I’ve thought a lot about forgiveness lately. I’ve watched myself struggle with it…not wanting to forgive, at times, and yet wanting forgiveness from everyone and every situation where I have been the one to cause pain. I’ve noticed my tendency to rationalize, to an absurd degree, my part in situations and events that hurt… Continue reading forgiveness
Another thing that I’d done on my walk yesterday involved standing under a Maple tree trying to catch a little of the sap (dripping from a cut branch) on my tongue. I love doing this and had wished that Jack could try some too. This was at about 8:30 a.m. Back home, I began to… Continue reading In the flow….
On my walk this morning, as I pondered a dream I’d had last night, I realized that I was protecting my time…my life…too much. For a number of years, I’ve had a fear of being too involved, too scheduled, too busy, so I’ve backed away when I felt overwhelmed. But in my dream, I… Continue reading A month of saying YES
Thanksgiving is a few days away, and for many of us this can be a time of intense emotions and feelings: happiness, anxiety, joy, sadness, contentment, loneliness, inner peace, anger and resentment, compassion, disappointment, belonging, rejection, anticipation…and at least for me, the “negative” emotions are doubly charged because I don’t think that I should be… Continue reading Ahhh…grist for the mill of awakening
I used to believe that I was the glue that held things together…. especially when it came to relationships. If I hadn’t contacted someone in what I thought was a reasonable length of time, I would feel guilty and immediately take action in the form of a phone call, email (once upon a time this… Continue reading I’ve come unglued…finally!
When I was a young girl, I had an argument with my parents that led to me storming into my bedroom, picking up a clock radio, and smashing it against the wall while screaming, “You’ll never hurt me again!” What had they done? What had I done? I can’t answer either of these questions… Continue reading vulnerable…and loving