In the movie My Girl, the main actress, Vada, played by Anna Chlumsky gets her period, I believe for the first time. When Thomas, played by Macaulay Culkin, comes to her door she informs him that he needs to come back in 5-7 days. I have no clue what else happened in this movie, but… Continue reading Five to Seven Days
Sunday I jetted from teaching a Wreath Making event to an early dinner with my spouse (The class was a success). I have never been to the eatery before alone, so I used my handy dandy GPS app. As I drove on part of the freeway that I rarely ever frequent it hit me that… Continue reading What’s Meant to Be
He sits on the top of the couch, straddling the ledge and reminding me of a tight rope walker. You see, he’s not a small cat, he’s quite the opposite. At 18 pounds, his presence is known, in a very big way. He has been in my life for the last five years (hard to… Continue reading Support Networks and my cat
I sit and stare at a blank page. Thoughts dash through my head, darting left and right, up and down. With all that’s going through my head one would think that I would be more than capable of transposing the combination of letters into sentences down on paper. But alas, the page is blank. I… Continue reading Blank Pages
At times we can get so caught up in the hustle and bustle of life that we are literally flying by the seat of our pants. Minutes blend into hours, that turn into days, weeks and months. Before we know it, a season has passed and shortly after that another year has flown by. I… Continue reading Swimming in the Shallow End
Over the last few days I have done a bit of sitting. Just idle time, while waiting for something or someone or just because I have nothing to do. It’s odd for me to be still. I feel like I have to move deep in my bones yet I’m being forced to be still. The… Continue reading Sitting and Waiting
You question what it is. Is it a really good day? The art of coming out of the dark? The fact that I’m starting to feel better? Getting joy out of existence. Taking in each part of every day, living in it and loving it. Am I paying too much attention? Overanalyzing? Combing through the… Continue reading Just a good day or something more?