Life, Spirit, and Health: the View from the Mountain
I was doing it wrong, and I knew it. It was one year ago today, my mom had just died, but I wasn't crying. "Something's wrong with me," I confided, oh so quietly, to those closest to me, a week later. They assured me there was no right way, no wrong way, to grieve. That… Continue reading On Mourning
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” ― Thomas Merton, "No Man Is an Island" Recently, I've come to realize (again) just how much being chronically ill has stolen from me, and not just in the obvious physical sense. Little bits & pieces of me, of who I am, have… Continue reading Forgotten Dreams & Finding Myself Again
"... he looked into my eyes just like he was looking into my soul to make sure I was all right. I have never forgotten how I felt. I had never had anyone look at me like they cared that much." Two years ago today, I lost my boy, my constant companion & guardian for… Continue reading Looking Into My Soul
We're approaching a landmark in time... one I don't want. The one year anniversary of Shunka's death. If today was all PMS anger & frustration, yesterday was all PMS tears. I had a dream. Shunka was lying here beside me on the bed, and in the dream, I rolled over & put my arm around… Continue reading On Shunka
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