Be Inspired
You Already Know
I closed my eyes and sat still. I didn’t know if I had done the right thing. Actually, after I did it, I feared it was the wrong thing. But it was done, so I closed my eyes and sat still. Voices spoke to me. Were they voices? Or were they thoughts? (And did it matter?) Regardless, the answer came to me. It was ok...
I am a Person Too
Over a cup of Chai or on the phone as we both on our ends wrestle with laundry, paint our toes (You know, what one does while gabbing with a pal about the BS and the real s*&t, the day, the bedroom, the current gig, trial, win, setback - all of it.) I HEAR you. I see you. And you are so lovely, to gaze is a pleasure.
Freshly Cut Grass, and an Apology
Now that I’m single, my husband’s old chores, like cutting the grass and changing hallway lightbulbs, have become my rights of passage – mundane daily reminders that I am capable of more than I gave myself credit for. Likewise, the domestic rituals that used to define me no longer hold the same weight or smell of the same resentment.
