Life has a way of pushing you to face things you had thought too painful to face. Sunday was supposed to be my gardening day, however, I was stood up, this time though by a friend. He was supposed to come over and help me haul bags of dirt back here so I could get my raised veggie/herb garden started – he never showed. Not … Continue reading Walking Past Memories
The pinky coral on my toenails is almost completely worn off from my Pedi in September. It’s now just on my big toes, with a dab or so here and there. It was from our getaway to Walter’s Falls. This photo was taken that September 17th…it held up well. And lets just clarify that this is THE BEST my feet have ever looked, and that … Continue reading Pink Coral Toenails
The metamorphosis of a butterfly relates to well, even the whole idea of the Hero’s Journey, relates to that transformation from one thing to another. Yet in between there is the cocoon, or, sacred space ~ Temenos. Continue reading Moments & Months | July 27th 2012
Going through these events 8 months later is a bit surreal sometimes. In my mind I have to fly past all this other “stuff” and I really have to focus in order to get back to that place. Returning to these events and re-living what I was experiencing is … oh what’s the word…hard? difficult? … no … painful? No. It makes me kind of … Continue reading ‘To thy ownself be true’ | March 31 2012
The looming beast of the ‘Old Vic’ had been conquered and so the next spiral in the journey was at hand [see Thameswood – Part One]. Like with all journey’s, there is that element of the Hero’s Journey[Wikipedia] afoot in the narrative. Perhaps the guiding archetype of all life altering Journey’s resembles that of the Hero’s Journey. So now I guess you could say I … Continue reading Thameswood Lodge (part 2) ~ The Hero’s Journey
This Journey through grief has taken a hold of me over the last few days. I can feel its grip in the hollow of my throat. It means to find every last salty tear and rip it from me. Yet I will not wallow in these dark caves. I will not let the shadows become my reality. I’ve experienced these dark days after a loss … Continue reading Thameswood – Part One
There are places where I have felt at the time this is sacred space ~ at home on the riverbanks of the Thames, on the front porch of that home in Dodge, and around the century old oak dining room table that sits in that house; I have shared sacred space. Here now at this Cottage, actually the whole lake, is sacred space to myself … Continue reading The Mount | September 2011
“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.” Aeschylus The comment I didn’t send to the Huffington Post I just finished watching the Brian Goldman’s video on Ted weekends – Dr. Brian Goldman: Doctors … Continue reading January 12, 2011 – Doctor’s make mistakes
Tonight will be the 11th anniversary of my Moms death. At only 54 years old, and a new Grandma only 2 months, at 5:45 pm my Mom passed away at home with all of us around her. I remember the old Maple out front was still golden. Enya was playing on the CD player, and Dad had just told Mom, finally, that he was ready to … Continue reading One by One
[late 2001] My Mom when I was little had a duo-tang she would write in. It had a red cover, the pages were yellowed. In it she wrote down all the things I did as I was growing up. The steps I took, the first birthday and the gifts I received as well as who gave them to me…. When I was 19 and I had … Continue reading 2001 ~ Later that same year
I published this on October 28, 2012 @ 20:46, it was my second blog post. Second I had EVER written, on this site and on any site. * » Daily Prompt: Do-over! by michelle w. on April 9, 2013 Go back to a blog post you always thought could be better, or were unsatisfied with — now, fix it. [from Journal entry – 1st page … Continue reading Oct 10 2001 ~ from the beginning v2
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