How much of your life do you spend trying to explain why you feel the way you do? Why you’re happy or sad or excited or down? You explain it to yourself, to people you share a relationship with, to your therapist...it’s exhausting and frustrating and sometimes even painful and for what? What’s the point? … Continue reading It isn’t right or wrong. It’s how you feel
Category: love
The light of the moon
The other night I looked up into the sky and gazed at the moon. It was just a sliver of a thing at first appearance, a soft yellow crescent just hanging in the sky. But, as I looked more closely, the dark shadow of the remainder of the moon was visible as it completed the … Continue reading The light of the moon
Bins, boxes and folders
I may need to consult with an astrologist because it feels like the planets have shifted recently and things have gotten a little whacky in my world. My head is full of thoughts and wonderings and second guessing and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed, to be honest. It’s exhausting and I need to get myself … Continue reading Bins, boxes and folders
Desert beauty – Palm Springs, December 2018
Here are some photos from my recent trip to the desert. I'm already looking at the calendar for Christmas 2019. I need to get back there again to spend time with someone I dearly love and to soak in more of this beauty.
Resolving to find grace
A new year is probably the ultimate holiday gift, don’t you think? Receiving the chance to try again to get things right, to attempt something new, to do something better, is a luxury not everyone gets and while I’m not a devotee of the typical new year’s resolution, I do get a little jazzed by … Continue reading Resolving to find grace
Being a better love-r
Despite having returned in recent months to therapy, I still find running solo to be the best way to stretch my brain (and legs) while exploring my world, both inner and outer. It’s when I feel most able to release the leash I at times hold on my thoughts. I’ve been reflecting, as one does … Continue reading Being a better love-r
Bread. Alone.
When I carried a two pound loaf of Genovese style pannetone and a dozen bagels in a bag topped with a single bialy around the city, I knew I had to acknowledge how much I sincerely love bread. It might just be my favorite food group and it definitely would be my desert island wish. … Continue reading Bread. Alone.
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