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35 years and farting…

Thirty-five years ago today, I know exactly what I was doing and how I was feeling.  I was single. Scared shitless, wondering if I’m making the right decision. Overwhelmed and totally clueless as to what the heck I was saying “I do” to… and, truth be known, clueless as to WHO I was saying “IContinue reading “35 years and farting…”

Just So Much

You are loved. Just so much. I’ve had a rough few weeks. Grief is never an easy once-and-done. The depth and width, height and length of “the journey in and through” is usually overwhelming. Just so much. So much for the emotional body – oh, that heart! Lots to allow to be there, to feel…Continue reading “Just So Much”

THE GIFT OF REJECTION

Two roads diverged in a wood… and I, I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost I have a confession to make. Though I do not consider myself an easily intimidated person, I am – gulp – well, truth is, I am afraid of being rejected. There,Continue reading “THE GIFT OF REJECTION”

Boundaries

I am an empath. This means that I feel others’ stuff. I feel it like it’s my own. I feel their pain; I feel their joy; I feel their anger; I feel their heartache. I feel their stomachache; I feel their anxiety; I feel their panic attack. The space between me and another is hardContinue reading “Boundaries”

13 Months

Thirteen months. It’s been thirteen months since I got my hair cut. Yesterday, I met with my gal and she trimmed me up good. Said I sure needed it. Well, ya know, thirteen months and all. Last time I went, I told her to chop it off. Seven inches of my hair lay on theContinue reading “13 Months”

Ode To FurButt

The alarm goes off. It’s early. But she likes to get out there before the sun rises. With sweats over pjs, I open the bedroom door. She’s there. Of course. Tail wagging fiercely. Of course. Fiercely, in love. With me. I’m her Person, Husband says frequently. I think he’s right. During our day, she’s neverContinue reading “Ode To FurButt”