Accepting the Pause
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a bit antsy these days—pacing the four walls of my house, tracing calendar days with my fingertips, and searching the internet for springtime Airbnb’s. Continue reading Accepting the Pause
Tag: pandemic
This is not one of those feel-good posts about the hidden blessings of 2020
I’m not going to tell you about all the positive things that came out of this cluster-fuck of a year. Continue reading This is not one of those feel-good posts about the hidden blessings of 2020
The Circle (poetic reflection on lessons of 2020)
As 2020 nears its much-awaited end, I reflect on the lessons of this year. We can no longer afford to believe that we, as humans, are outside the laws of nature. Continue reading The Circle (poetic reflection on lessons of 2020)
Hey Depression, old pal
Thought you’d skipped town for good. Yet I keep catching glimpses of you creeping around again, under the clutter in my messy house and behind the quinoa in my secret stash of Oreos. Continue reading Hey Depression, old pal
2020 Tantrum
I threw a tantrum the other day. Yep, a full on, grown-up tantrum. Continue reading 2020 Tantrum
Recess (or, how to get through this. or, what really matters.)
Well, it’s happening. Our school district announced a move from all-day inperson classes to full virtual learning starting Monday. I suppose we all saw this coming. Some of my friends were surprised in September when we managed to stay in school past the first month. We had taken pessimistic bets on how long the temporary freedom from our school-age children would last. We were thrilled … Continue reading Recess (or, how to get through this. or, what really matters.)
Pandemic Journaling
This was a fun and liberating creative writing exercise: I went back through my journals dating from the start of the coronavirus closures and read through my scribbles. I pulled out words and phrases that jumped out at me. Once I pieced them together I had created a poem that described the twisted and ragged weeks of quarantine and reopening. Continue reading Pandemic Journaling
Connect. Listen. Love.
There are so many divided camps of belief and opinion these days.people are being very loud and very FIRM in their stance, often to the extreme of attacking or shunning those whose views differ from their own.
What if, instead of reacting with my ego, I tuned into my spiritual self? Continue reading Connect. Listen. Love.
Now What? (parenting without the manual)
The thing about kids is that you don’t need a license or certification or even good intentions in order to have one. You just do this (rather animalistic) act and then -BOOM- less than a year later you are the proud owner of a fragile, flailing, extremely loud, real, live human…innately designed to scream the moment you close your eyes or sit down with a hot cup of coffee. Sure, there’s care and feeding instructions out there, but the disclaimer on every one is that if you get it wrong you will mess them up for life. Continue reading Now What? (parenting without the manual)
Anger
I have been sinking. I am physically embodying the effects of this time of isolation and the resulting depression. I have zits; I am gaining weight; I feel tired and irritated all the time.After my meditation this morning, I asked my unicorn cards for some guidance (as I occasionally do when I feel stuck or lost). I shuffled and shrugged as I cut the deck one final time to reveal my card: ANGER Continue reading Anger
Waking up Razzle-Dazzle 