Checking My Boundaries: Asking for Help
I have difficulty asking for what I want or for what I need. Not any more. After reading Boundaries and Relationships by Charles L. Whitfield once, I’m working my way through it again slowly, taking time to reflect in my…
Do You Know Who You Are?
Throughout these past three years of emotional healing, I have been surprised, over and over, by how often I need to revisit things I had thought were settled and finally put to rest. Interestingly, the process has not involved reading…
Fear Drives Out Love
Today, I was not surprised to learn that “the exact meaning of the term” religion “is subject to debate among some scholars.” Of course it is. After all, if you control the language, you control minds and hearts, and once…
Boundaries and A Bill of Rights
Boundaries and Relationships by Charles L. Whitfield, M.D., scared me. It’s not an imposing book (there are only about 250 pages); there are no freaky graphics, and the writing style is rather straightforward. I’ve owned a copy or two since February,…
We Create Our Lives with the Words We Use to Live It
We each have a Story that defines our life, whether we realize it or not. We measure ourselves, our dreams, our accomplishments, events, people, ideas, and just about everything else with these Stories. At a certain level, doing so keeps…
An Unleashed Life
My husband refers to life prior to the Plandemic of 2020 as “The Before Times.” I think of my own life as being split in a similar way, with the point of divergence being February 2022, when I began reading…
Alphabetical by Author
Some days I findone of my mistakesthere on a shelf,standing tall. A title and a nameremind me ofwhere I’ve beenand longed to go;what I may have needed,thought I wanted;who I tried to be.
One Line Leads to This
Well, the post in my email inbox was only one line long and it intrigued me: “I really don’t like cagey people.” Celia Farber wrote it, and I had a feeling I knew exactly what she was talking about, so…
Feeling the Emotions
At least part of each of my days now includes reading old blog posts that I used to spend at least part of each day writing. So many words. So many ideas that belonged to others and that I thought…
Letting Go of Their Needs to Fill My Own
I have become suspicious of anyone who offers, entertains, or allows only two choices: black or white, right or wrong, saint or sinner, pure or contaminated, pro- or anti-. Reality doesn’t work that way. God doesn’t work that way. I…
A Bird on the Wing
A little Clairfontaine notebook with one entry: it was precariously perched among other journals on the shelf in my studio, and its paucity of purpose was bothering me enough to make me take it to my reading nest and use…
Bridges and Stories Take Us Where We Need to Go
I had to stop reading the book before bed. Even though it was my second race with Bridge of Clay, and I knew what to expect, I couldn’t take any more of the nights with too little sleep. It wasn’t just…
