Month: July 2015
No rut too wide…
I went to the bank today – I deal with two and have been to one – to do the name change thingy. The lovely woman taking care of me and I had a great chat about chasing dreams and going where the heart leads. It was invigorating and just what I needed. So much …
Easing into change…
A friend, or more precisely an acquaintance I feel a kinship to, is frightened and doubting her health. Because of this inexplicable bond, I believe I understand how she processes information and find I am moved by her fear. She's been ill so there's a disturbing and frightening memory residing in her head. I've a …
Moving helps!
Oh my gosh. Sooo, it worked. At least for today. I went to bed at a reasonable time (close to midnight, but better than I’ve been doing) and got up at 6:30 AM. Took my honey and vinegar, showered, did about 20 minutes of yoga and the same for meditation. Thought I could get some …
I believe in magic…
I’ve been writing and researching all day so am sort of dried up at this point. In spite of a good morning, because my sleeping pattern is nuts and I've not been moving much, I tend to be overly stiff. My downward facing dog was more like downward bark today. Still, I needed to find …
Yesterday I stated that my blog isn't about the past. I realized as I re-read the line that that's inaccurate. I write about the past a lot, in point of fact. What I meant, but failed to express clearly, was that this blog isn't about rehashing shit, pointing fingers, or extolling the imagined virtues of …
Fessing up…again!
Better day. See, just have a little faith. Right. It’s not that simple. AT ALL, but faith, trust, and not giving in to the very convincing nature of a mind motivated by depression, is key. I just had an idea. I KNOW, amazing, yes? It’s not really that kind of idea, though. It’s more like …
Omnipotence only knows…
It took me a while to pull it together this morning. I woke up heavy…no other word to describe it… no rational explanation for it. It’s a draping of mind and body with a cloak of shame. (Oh that it were one of invisibility!) It comes out of the blue. It’s dense. My head hurts, …
Write about right…
The other day I listened in (not eavesdropping, but was a third party in a small space) to a conversation two moms were having about responsibility, being accountable, consequences. As you who are reading along know, these topics are close to my heart, so my ears perked up and I learned that while on a …
Zigzagging Toward Zen 