I'm not making a political statement. I'm talking about my life. Getting defensive. That's what this is about. When someone says something about me that hits home. . . a suggestion, constructive criticism, or just pointing out how I am behaving in the moment. . . and I get defensive. Or in other words, I … Continue reading Defense is the first act of war.
When Iβm away, at some point, my heart begins to ache for Home. I love traveling, but I yearn for familiar smells, surroundings, sights, spaces, textures and my soul companion dogs, Skeeter and Maya. I want to sit in my favorite chair, sip coffee from my favorite cup and feel safe. Feel loved.My hope is … Continue reading The Ache For Home.
Do you do this or am I the only one?Strive, plan, work, reach, ALL the time! For Something. Something big enough to make me feel like Someone. Someone worthy of existing. Someone worthy of respect. Someone worthy of love. The other morning I woke up with this realization. In trying so hard to be Someone, … Continue reading In trying to be Someone, I forgot to Be.
Can you read between the lines and see the well-meaning soul trying so hard to make something happen? Giving It everything they've got! For years, that soul was me.