Tell me, what is the thing that stirs your heart? What is the thing you cannot stop thinking about? What is the very thing which makes your step a bit lighter and your smile a little brighter? That is the thing that your souls wants. That is what your souls needs. Now, what are you […]
The Daring and Baring of my Heart and Soul
I am scared. To write. Even though it is the very thing that gives me life and makes me breathe deeper breaths. It centers me. It grounds me.
Unraveling can happen. Layers peeled back. Writing is like watering. It gives life and opens me up like a flower’s bloom, which has closed upon itself when rooted in dry and barren soil. And although the revealing is the place I am most comfortable residing, it is also the place that strips me of my armor and leaves me standing there, naked.
This Is Where You Bloom
There’s this harmonious space between unhealthy abandon and completely shielding ourselves; closing off our hearts from the love and beauty of this place we call home. I’ve been in both spaces. The place where I throw my heart completely up, out, over and in…ALL IN, unknowing and even uncaring about what it may get back. […]
Love Yourself
We take that old language arts lesson of compare and contrast and we apply it to our bodies, our relationships, our lives. And it knocks the breath right out of the courageous lives we’re living.
Let it go.
It’s not easy. I know. I fight this battle over and over and over again. I have lived this life for forty three years; I’m half way to forty four. And I still fight this ridiculous war. Exhaustion is setting in. Why waste this precious time waging a war? Even more sobering a fact, this war is a war that I declared on myself.
Spilled Salt and the Story of Life
I just wanted a little salt for my hard boiled eggs. That’s it. So I reached for the salt shaker in the cupboard and then the bottom fell out.
Kind of like life, right? You’re just going about your day and then sometimes, the bottom falls out. All the pieces of your life spill out around you. And you’re left standing there, looking at the mess and wondering where to start to get it whole again.
One Call, Kind Words, a Happy Heart and Hope
One Call. Kind words. A happy heart. And hope.
It really is that simple.
Yesterday I received a call from my son’s school. As usual, when I looked at the caller ID, my heart stuttered a bit. My mind raced. And I wondered, what now?
I answered, and the voice on the other end reassured me right away it was a ‘good news’ call. The caller was one of his teachers. The same teacher I wrote about in the post two weeks ago, Crying in the Canned Goods Aisle. Yep, the very one that made my cry, a happy cry, in the canned goods aisle at Target.
Why Progress is so Important
Progress. The older I get, the more I realize not only how imperative it is, but also which kinds of progress are truly the most meaningful. It isn’t the progression of collecting things that matter. It isn’t the progression of measuring up to the people around you (at work, in the neighborhood, at the gym). It isn’t […]
This is What a Fighter Looks Like
Many people ask about this little man, my fighter. He’s not so little really…but in my heart he’s still my baby. ANYHOO…as an update to this (Post by Life’s A Disco Ball), I just wanted to share how hard he worked at his swim meet this weekend. He swam 10 events in two days. And YOU GUYS…he […]
The Next Day
School. We’ve been at it for what…eight days now? Yes…Eight. Whole. Days. And I found out yesterday that N’s been to ‘room 101’ (detention) seven times already. Most of which were this week. Last week was good. It was soooo good. Like, I was wondering who kidnapped my son and exchanged him with a look […]