Yesterday morning I had a hard time pulling myself out of bed. Harder than most Tuesday mornings. I felt heavy. My legs seemed to teeter a bit underneath me as I moved through my early Tuesday morning motions– trying to wake my sleeping beast. Tuesday and Thursday mornings are a unique experience for me. I …
There are so many pieces of my complex puzzle that are coming together at the moment. So many parts of my multi-faceted transformation process are bubbling up to the surface and begging for acknowledgement. I find it hard to know where this story begins. For years I have danced around the same places– intellectually understanding …
moving forward is hard. and standing in one place feels like I’m being shoved backwards. there are days when I want to stay in bed with my head under the covers. or I wish I were my cat. and my strength feels buried under too many layers to access. and it’s easier to acknowledge other …
kill your old stories slash and burn them to the ground… narrate something new.
standing in the kitchen, a wave washes over– a gentle reminder of the beauty and certainty surrounding me. for there is little more tangible than love– and time and actions speak worlds more than flowery words and unencumbered emotion. they speak to a carefulness in thought– a measured action for the purpose of reason– for there is little …
I spent all day in bed. When I went to sleep last night I was flirting with a sore throat, or perhaps it was flirting with me. In either case, I acknowledged it, dosed myself with what I had in my home remedy arsenal, and tried to settle in for a good night’s sleep. That …
the edges of myself 