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The alchemists thought that the opus demanded not only laboratory work, the reading of books, meditation, and patience, but also love. -- The Practice of Psychotherapy   My heart broke a little today. Nothing serious. The earth didn’t shake. Nothing crumbled or tumbled down. It was just one of “those” moments. Lady O calls them ah-ha moments, but …

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If We All Lived In Glass Houses, We’d Have to Own Our Shit…

Question: When a person gets caught behaving in a way that threatens or hurts another, is it EVER okay to punish the person who does the catching? Is it ever okay for the offender to expect the offendee to make things right? My answer is “no” twice. When little girls, I encouraged my children to …

To Follow Your Heart, or Not? That Is A Question…

I’ve decided to read more. It’s one way to up my game, infuse the old brain with some new ideas. Finishing a post has become an uphill climb of late, and I’m hoping others’ words will inspire me to make the ascent less arduous. Also, I’m looking for an answer to a fairly elusive question …

A way to innocence…

She was born a decade after the Civil War. Her Irish parents emigrated in the 1850s. Because they chose Canada, they were not caught up in that terrible mess in the States, with one exception. Their farm sat at the end of the Underground Railway. Her father was a farmer and shopkeeper. At least, those …

The List Grows…

Attempts to pull herself together are failing. “Can I help?” Usually, I say something like, “Are you okay?” Not sure why this time is different. “No,” she answers. I nod and smile, but as I turn to leave I’m stopped by her hand on mine. “Yes, please.” And then, it hits me. A mind-meld has …

For what it’s worth, something’s happening here…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gp5JCrSXkJY We’re so easily swayed by our thoughts, eh? Okay, well, I am. I am swayed by my own thoughts. But then again, I’m right so what’s the problem? We’re immersed in a time of increasing contrasts. Much is made about our differences in opinions of late. Disparity increases with each passing day and as …

Manifesting…

Some of you might be wondering how things are going for me these days. I posted quite a few blogs in the past months with a woe is me theme discussing concerns the least of which was my possible homelessness. I will not make light of my situation even now. It was extreme and it …

They…

Watching them was a pleasure until, realizing I was privy to an intimate moment between lovers, I felt myself blush and so looked away. They had not noticed. Faces close, eyes on the other, they existed, if temporarily, in a world of their making, unaware of others’ eyes. It was a thing of beauty, I …

It’s Okay to be Sad…

It’s been cold here the last few days reminding me winter is still with us. I don’t mind because the cold brings clear skies which means sunny days and starry nights. My spirits have lifted considerably, not because I was down in the dumps or anything, just that I was getting really tired of rain, …

Different Walks… Literally.

I stifled my laughter. Laughing aloud would have been misinterpreted and I’d have been loath to let anyone think I was mocking him. It wasn’t the feeble, bent-over soul getting on the bus that I would have been laughing at though. I saw The Old Man, a character Tim Conway created when part of The …