I blew out my carburetor. I started with my grief-stricken heart and pushed past exhaustion until I felt my deep loss.

As I navigate through my grief days, I am familiar with U-turns. It’s so easy for me to beat myself up for not thinking clearly.

She was a caged butterfly needing space to fly free. Grief comes when it comes without an invitation.

It’s my job to love you and to hold you as you discover you are worth every teardrop and every fearful Thought. You deserve the best.

I started a conversation yesterday with forgotten friends, long ago acquaintances I lost touch with, the younger me...

All these teachers in my life gifted me with insights, opened my heart, taught me compassion and self-respect

I was angry and scared. Not knowing what was next, have to sell the house, move away from the memories

And my mind is on guard watching for the enemy of hurt, a hardened habit guarding me as a sentinel standing at attention

I never knew how capable I was of dealing with problems. I never knew how deeply I could feel until life carved out the edges of my heart.

Life is like an onion. Layer upon layer becomes more exposed as I discover, understand and let go memories, core beliefs and old habits.

As my walls of health broke down and my personal limits beaten I was cornered into seeing my neglected heart

Yesterday I knelt on the ground. I held prayer and peace as the seconds wore on feeling the infinity of struggle surrendering every moment

I’ve learned I can live in discomfort while I face my past and find forgiveness for others as well as myself.

Acceptance is important in this fluidity. I could be crying from a current news item and then notice a bright red cardinal on my deck.

I’m thinking about Memorial Day this morning Loved ones present and Loved ones past, what is now and what was then

I’ve been thinking about my childhood lately Which was out of control A mishmash Emotional and physical Fear, confusion and anger...

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Back in the late eighties I was involved in a small UCC church in western Massachusetts. My children were elementary school age. My...

Broken open to unclaimed thoughts demanding my attention. I am spent in my tears and awake to the darkness in the dawn. Yet I am loved,...