A poem by me, for me “Happy Valentines Day”
these flowers lovingly purchased by me, for me an intimacy I long for and deserve say it with flowers .. and why not? a weekly
What if?
What if? What if all this craziness, with the lockdowns, isolation, shortages of sanitation and baking products (weird combo, right?) and the recent draconian travel
slash and burn.. “I’m back”
SLASH AND BURN.. “I’m back” I breathed a sigh of relief and sent up a silent thank you to that metaphysical being from above, you
how does it feel?
“How does it feel to show up for yourself in this way”.. reads my email from Adriane, my yoga teacher. I signed up with her
digging my way out
Digging myself out.. It comes in spurts, and I now recognize it, depression. Lord, this is such a negative word. Let me be clear on
am I ok?
AM I OK? So this happened yesterday, I read a facebook post, posted there by someone I admire very much. This was the second time
living in a glass jar.. my foray into blogging and my very first blog-post
I’ve decided I like writing about everyday life and some friends and family have encouraged me to keep writing. I will provide names upon request.
Winter boots or bust!
Living in minus 20 to 30 temps is not for everyone, and its not for me either, this virus is never-ending. Are we sick of
A Christmas lesson, a story of Christmas past
A Christmas Lesson, my Story of a Christmas Past. Tears flowed, I’m not even sure why, I stared at the huge red bag holding my
Cruising down the Caribbean, the Virgin Islands are calling out.. (part one)
Cruising down the Caribbean, the Virgin Islands are calling out.. Tag along with me on my Caribbeancruise, three of them actually, booked back to