On The Bus…

There are some things you seldom, if ever, see on the bus. I started noticing these things after I was kept waiting a ridiculously long time for a ride one rainy night. It was late. I was quite done in. My pleasant, smiley self, was long gone by the time that bloody bus stopped. Cold, …

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Closing In On Zen…

Ooh, epiphanies. Gotta love ‘em, especially those rare, brighter than bright ones that linger long enough for you to sink a smidgen deeper into a cosy “Ah, yes, now I see!” space. I love that they bring an assurance that all is blessedly right with my world. In those milliseconds, spaced-out and feeling groovy, I …

Happy Starts Right Here…

Can I be happy on my own? It’s the question I’ve been asking myself a lot lately since it seems I’ve unconsciously planted my flag on Singles’ Island (SI), a place apparently akin to the Ilha de Queimada Grande (Island of Snakes). There are no vipers where I live, I assure you, even if it …

Empath. What is it?

I can’t seem to escape the word these days. Empath. It’s everywhere in my tiny world. I hear it used in casual conversations. It jumps from book covers and pops up uninvited from the pages of my social media accounts. But what in the name of dictionaries is an empath? If you’re not familiar with …

Working for

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 …

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 …