As I wake up incredibly slowly, despite already having been out in the world for an appointment, here’s what I need from this rainy Friday: An afternoon nap Some good news To stay out of the way Some reading time An extra dose of faith Productivity Patience Slow emotional steps forward Warm tea My journal An open heart A pile up on the sofa with a kid friendly movie
A baby fell six stories from out of a window, bounced off a restaurant awning and was caught by a doctor who just happened to be walking by. This is a true story. Check it out here. That’s some kind of crazy luck. That’s the kind of luck that I’m calling Paris Luck. I believe that Paris holds some kind of magic, because of my own experience in that fair city – an experience that launched this here blog. Paris Hope is another great thing I discovered in the City of Lights. I’m clinging hard to that now. When I…
But when hasn’t it? In Schnooville, life on the relationship front was cloudy with a chance of natural disaster up until about two weeks ago. Now it’s foggy, but it’s the kind of deep, peaceful fog that makes me feel like wrapping myself in cashmere and tramping through the heath with a wolfhound by my side. What happened? First, a HUGE breakthrough in therapy. I had a bit of a collapse in our therapist’s office, and a series of guided tapping motions, combined with deep breathing led to me coming unhinged. Imagine a rusty farmstead fence being pried loose by…
I wish you knew how much I love you all. I wish you knew I want to be a family. Even if it’s changing and growing. I wish you knew that I need you. I wish I could be less afraid. I wish we could all find clarity. I wish I could watch you grow old and grey. I wish I could write books and make us all rich. I wish I could be at your side as you realize your dreams. I wish I could be all things to everyone. I can’t. I wish I could hike through a…
A broken heart’s manifesto… I could not bring myself to participate in the revelry of Nuit Blanche because I am exhausted on a level I have never before touched on. My bones are tired. My hair is tired. I’m getting a cold, and I just want to stay in lycra and sweaters and fuzzy socks and not move. Since this is just not possible, I will instead pull together my most fashionable lycra outfit, cover the black circles under my eyes with concealer, take a thermos of tea about with me, and try to get through my day. I feel…
