Category Archives: at the heart of things

Breaking One of my Rules

I avoid being political on my blog but it’s not because I don’t care or can’t be bothered with politics. It’s because this isn’t the idea of my blog. But I’m breaking my own rule just this once.  Last week … Continue reading

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Dollars and Sense

One of the worst messages I’ve given myself is: “I’m bad with money.” It wasn’t until last week I realized this statement should be in past tense because I’m so much better with money now than I’ve ever been. As … Continue reading

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What happened when I stopped listening

This is a journal fragment. I’m still not writing much due to the pain in my hands but I do journal when the mood strikes me.  She buoyed up my spirits when I confessed it felt needless to ever write … Continue reading

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Smelling as pretty as you look

I’m going to take this blog to meta territory and deconstruct a text message?   Um…no…thank goodness but I am going to gush a little. Poor Beatrice she must have been far from home when the storm hit because usually … Continue reading

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Like Water

“Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.  Empty your … Continue reading

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The fine art of forgiving

“Did you find forgiving your accident easy?” I was stunned when I heard those words escape my mouth. Who the Hell was I to bark on about forgiveness? I can be such an overbearing arrogant old thing and how dare … Continue reading

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“Happiness” by Jane Kenyon

I’m offering up a poem that never fails to make me cry. Kenyon struggled with depression most of her short life. This is a love letter (of sorts) to herself on the nature of happiness.  “Happiness” —Jane Kenyon There’s just … Continue reading

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