I don’t enjoy cooking or baking, but twice a year I make puppy chow. It’s an old habit. I actually remember the first time I […]
They Were Just Dreams
This morning, I want to take a moment to bless pleasant dreams and undisturbed sleep. I have always dreamed vividly, playing out elaborate fantasies through the night. There’s a dream about red and blue kingdoms I had when I was nine I still remember (and a coincidental precursor to my adult obsession with all things red and blue).
No Need To Burn Down The House
It gives me hope. Life is not only trauma and healing. Even the memories that used to burn me don’t hurt to look at now. My therapist once said to me, about my divorce, that someday I’ll get to the point where it was just something that happened. Not fresh and acidic in my thoughts. I admit I didn’t believe her.
Moving Forward, Looking Back
The new life is good. It doesn’t turn back. Even if, in thin moments, I look over my shoulder.