In Search of Quiet

In Search of Quiet

I don’t know when I became a 100 year old woman, but here we are. A chunk of my counseling session yesterday was me yapping about noise so much that my counselor gave me homework. She asked that I book at least two days, one night alone, away…somewhere,...
The Gift of 47.

The Gift of 47.

When I was a little girl, birthdays were EPIC events in our family. EPIC. That might be one of the things I have missed the most since my parent’s split when I was eight years old, being celebrated. I say that, yet as I type this, my Sis is in her kitchen...
The Rhythm of Grace in Growth

The Rhythm of Grace in Growth

I thought I was doing pretty well…   Then this morning happened….and then counseling this afternoon. Suddenly in a puddle of tears with a quivering lip, I started sobbing quietly.   When your counselor says, “What just happened there?” and you...
Saying Good-bye To Museums and Altars

Saying Good-bye To Museums and Altars

Yesterday I wrote a post on where I am at as it pertains to my “straggling list” and to be honest, I didn’t see myself writing on it, or in general, again anytime soon.   As I sat in the floor of my guest bedroom opening box/tub, one after another,...
When The Only Way Is Through

When The Only Way Is Through

 I am addicted to the looking back and it is keeping me from moving forward.   I wrote those words on January 2, 2017 of this year HERE, and I went back this evening and read them, in full. If you are interested and have the time, I highly recommend doing a search of...