journey
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you have to be willing to try.
In a lot of ways, I think we aren’t as willing to trust our instincts as we have been in years past. We have access to more information about healing the body, mind and spirit than ever before. There is more proof, more insight, and a larger body of evidence to pull wisdom from. Singular… Continue reading
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begin again.
My coffee cup sits half empty at the table. It is tepid and still as the morning fog of my anxious thoughts permeates my stream of consciousness. I should really prepare something to eat and brew another pot of coffee before my troubles run away with my mind. It’s felt very difficult to concentrate lately,… Continue reading
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i am not me.
One of the things about being a mother, partner and a contributing member of society is that it’s easy to lose yourself behind each of those titles. When my birthday came around this year, few noticed. People I consider friends went the whole day without acknowledgement. When my daughter turned 13 a month later, though,… Continue reading
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if i had the chance.
I am strong, but not impervious. Things still get to me, too.Sometimes I falter and fall off the path. This is part of life.The main thing is having the courage to get myself together and find my way back—this is the hardest part.There is no field manual for how to make yourself believe that you… Continue reading
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a fool’s hope.
It takes so much courage to dream of being someone you’ve never been beforeto break away from the familiar and set out on a path to someplace new(a new identity, perhaps)and to think to ourselves, maybe I can try things this way just for a little whileuntil we find our way fitting into a new… Continue reading
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a walking menace.
I feel sorry for the girl I was all those years ago. She was misguided, misunderstood—an embarrassment, really. No one taught her any better one way or the other how to be kind, or how to act decent. Everything I learned, I learned the hard way. I had to fall flat on my face and… Continue reading
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on mothering, and learning how to find myself.
It’s another cold day here on the Shoreline. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the summertime, but I welcome the billowing winds, the sparkling snowdrifts and the chill in the air over the raw, wet rainfall of a mild winter any day. At least when it is cold and dry out, I… Continue reading
