Grace, memoir, Silence, The Blog of Missing

The Blog of Missing Day 118: An update

Someone asked me where Day 1 was of the Blog of Missing. I started with Day 20, which is kind of a let-down, right? Where’s the beginning? There should be a Day 1. A way to find the genesis of the heartache. And there should be words for every day of the missingness. We’ve got… Read More The Blog of Missing Day 118: An update

Best Year Ever, Goal-setting, Gratitude, Musings, Passion, Thoughts on Notes from the Universe, Writing

Best Year Ever. Still.

Nothing like committing to do something in public to make you see your own flaws. My best year isn’t done, and it’s still the best I’ve ever lived, and I’ve been busy living it. Eh, but I’ve been busy procrastinating about all sorts of things. Like posting here. Seems as soon as I give myself… Read More Best Year Ever. Still.

Best Year Ever, Grace, Gratitude

A strange but compelling love story

I got married last year after being in a ten-year long-distance relationship. People regularly express wonder at the length of our time living apart, and everyone asks the same question:  how? For the last 9 months I’ve been shrugging off the question because, you know, we just DID it. It was just the way things… Read More A strange but compelling love story

Best Year Ever, Grace

The appearance of things

The appearance of things change according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.  ~Kahlil Gibran Be ugly, see ugliness. Be merciful, see mercy. Be deceitful, see deceit. Be joyful, see joy. Whatever we see out there is true within us. My… Read More The appearance of things

A Day in the Life of a Writer, Grace, memoir, Writing

A Day in the Life of a Writer: Excavation via fresh hurts

Sometimes I only have a scent.  Ivory Soap. Pine sap. Old Spice. It’s faint, like an afterimage, as Atwood writes in The Handmaid’s Tale. Other times, I catch a memory when I noodle about something peripheral, like the weather of my childhood. And other times, I am knocked into a pit by something that happens,… Read More A Day in the Life of a Writer: Excavation via fresh hurts

Best Year Ever, Grace, memoir, Out of the Woods, Writing

Shadow work

“According to Jungian Jolande Jacobi, in psychic inner reality the archetypal Shadow is a symbol for an aspect of the self (1959).    When we cannot find a way to work with our shadow through our dreams or in other ways, it becomes a symptom in our outer world. ” From http://www.eupsychia.com/perspectives/defs/shadow.html In the compilation of shadow… Read More Shadow work

Acceptance, Best Year Ever, Silence

Best year ever: weeks 3, 4, and 5

Silence has been my project lately, and the hardest time for me has been over the last few days.  My original post had this: Silence–Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation. I decided to do silence for week 3, and to focus on serenely shutting up.  Humility is its companion… Read More Best year ever: weeks 3, 4, and 5