Old school journaling will always be my first love but the new school hybrid of workbook in journal form? That’s my current love affair; providing I can get my hands on one based upon wellness practices but NOT unnecessarily preoccupied with goal-setting and achievement. I’m still searching for a magical mash up of workbook, journal,…
Category: Emotional Wellness
Brave New Work
So where were we? We were on a waiting list for a mental health evaluation. As it turned out, I didn’t have to wait as long as predicted. I was told in June I couldn’t be seen by anyone until September. The Universe conspired in my favor. While I waited an appointment opened up in…
A Brave New Wait
I’m here. I’ve been missed. Michele reached out and told me so. I’m stunned to realize I’ve posted nary a word in nearly six months. Nary a photo. Nary an opinion, poem, or story. Six months. In my mind it has only been half that time, which is why I don’t rely on the good…
No Good Reason
Before I draft these posts I sometimes organize my thoughts in a journal. No, that’s not true. I blabber my thoughts freestyle into a journal and then I index those freestyle blabs so I can find my notes later when I’m ready to write more formally. It’s not organized at all. It’s certainly nothing fancy….
The Temple Of You
I did not sustain my momentum from July. This did not prevent good things from happening, however. Firstly, my discovery of nourishment as a form of worship. Secondly, my pleasure heals the world. Yes, I meant to say that. This banana feeds the brain which will affect your brain with these words. These 100 calories…
Dying Wishes
Getting back to writing on the regular wasn’t as easy as tossing up an “I’m back!” post and then standing by for inspiration. Day after day I wait for the words to come. I sit still and ready and wait for a release. An activation. An opening. And day after day there is naught but…
Turning Eleven
The Year of Honesty is kicking my ass. I was not prepared for how unpleasant this would be. Notice I didn’t say hard. I knew it would be hard. I assumed there would be discomfort. I didn’t know it would be so damn ugly. That I would be shocked at how sickening it would be….
Go Ahead. Fa The La Las.
This is the year I take it all back. Eat my words. Stand in hypocrisy. Jump the fence. You know the words. I write them every year. Don’t let December holidays encroach upon November. Protect November! Let November stand in sovereignty. Keep the Christmas crap put away until after Thanksgiving. Abolish Black Friday. Yada yada…
Liquid Release
Tears. It is often the arrival of unexpected tears which feel the most powerful when they arrive. The tears that sneak up and surprise, indicating deeply flowing emotions I may not have known were hiding. This happened yesterday when I read the news of the election results. Not when I heard about them but when…
Slow Poison
Creative folks paying the bills by working non-creative jobs. Raise your hands. How do we do our best work 9 to 5? We don’t. We just don’t. We do well to give ourselves a pass for this. Emotionally, I mean. Consider an emotional allowance for ourselves. Our creative souls are well-suited for certain kinds of…
A Tabletop Haunting
If I offered the phrase ghosts in the wood you’d think I meant in the forest or among living trees. What if the ghosts in the wood came with the logs. The planks and boards. The framing of a house, the flooring, and the furniture; ghosts in the wood. I’ve long speculated that I can…
Caste My Character
It felt like a big deal to go visit a friend today. Face to face, in person, not via a video screen; togetherness the old-fashioned way. With the benefit of an old-fashioned social ritual for comparison, these days of social isolation have shown me that I will always — 100% of the time — hold…
The Renaissance Heart 