Not a plumber…not a fish…

Not a plumber…not a fish…

“you aren’t a plumber…NONE of this stuff is in your wheel house!” This was the message that came into my head yesterday as I left Mom’s house. It was a regular visit…in that regular visits are always fraught with feelings of...
Getting through it “ugly”

Getting through it “ugly”

Yesterday was a hard day Or wait…let me try this again…Yesterday was a hard FUCKING day! And I made it through ugly…it wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t graceful. It was sweaty and tear filled and I bitched the whole way through. It’s my new method.  It certainly wouldn’t be...
Breathing…but not

Breathing…but not

Sometimes it just feels like you’re breathing, I mean clearly you are…but you can’t get a breath. Have you ever felt this way? It’s often the description from some people after they’ve experienced some kind of loss. There’s no depth to the breath, it’s purely...
Is it Self-Sabotage or Mis-Alignment?

Is it Self-Sabotage or Mis-Alignment?

It’s been a week since I’ve written anything…    From my journal this morning:  “After declaring last week that my desire is to be a writer; to use the power of prose to do what I have always WANTED to do, the next logical step would be to stop writing all...
Pray when you feel like worrying

Pray when you feel like worrying

Life is weird sometimes. Our brains can trick us into thinking things are hopeless, or we can’t keep going. But humans…ya just can’t count them out. We have this law of nature working for us, well we have several, but one of my favorites is the Law of Polarity. The...
Dualities and Disappointments

Dualities and Disappointments

I woke up at 3 am last night. Unusually for me, rather than rolling over and telling my brain that it’s time to sleep, I woke up and turned on the light. There was a message waiting for me from my best friend. A mutual friend of ours is facing thyroid cancer. Fuck. Is...
Judge & stay stuck, or Love & move forward

Judge & stay stuck, or Love & move forward

This morning, as is my usual habit, I made my first pot of coffee while my inner critic, The Professor, bitched at me about the things I didn’t accomplish this weekend. I don’t know why that happens. After all, I’m one of those positive thinkers, I teach the stuff ,...