The things that get overlooked in the budding and blooming of spring are the death and compost of winter that helps to feed the new cycle. I am at the end of a cycle, stepping in to a new phase.
Read moreMon Day
I sat there like it was a park bench on a beautiful day, looking out across the expense. My heart was breaking, my eyes tearing, all the while not surprised by this result. I kept reasoning, “This the natural progression of dementia. The goal is to help her let go.” Perhaps I had to let go too.
Read moreNatural Exit
“Death is rarely fast and easy. It is also rarely painful,” Arvin said. He also reminded us, “you’re never too late to switch course,” which provided the dark levity our guilt-ridden Catholic hearts needed.
Read moreRaised Right
It’s mesmerizing really how this river of time carries us forth over rapids, through eddies, around great long, slow curves, and under objects. All the while the flora and fauna observing our traverse. Who are we to join the ranks and watch time flow by as well? Steady in your presence, anchored to yourself.
Read moreThe Little Things We Do
A truth born in the spirit of connection and understanding of this wonderful world: so heartbreakingly beautiful, so abundantly lonely.
Read moreTen Thousand Words
Looking back now I see how grit can be turned to pearls, how seemingly bad moments can be blessings, how you can find hope in unsuspecting places.
Read moreRedesign
It feels good just to shift things around. Life is loosening up, and I feel energized and hopeful. I think we all do. As if finally we are setting off an adventure we’ve talked about for years.
Read moreDesperately Disparaging
I like change, I find it energizing. It probably has to do with how optimistic I am. I expect only good to come from change, even if it’s buried under layers of debris and cumbersome issues.
Read moreMending Time
This tapestry I possess, these memories I carry and the moments I still crave are mine alone to wrap up in and treasure. They keep me warm at night. They wake me in the day. They compel me to marvel and contemplate my being.
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