This message came to me almost verbatim while on a walking meditation as I pondered the usefulness of political signs in yards. As we approach the upcoming presidential election it seems odd to me that we are asked to choose sides and perpetuate a system of polarity.
** Whenever I get messages while walking, I use my phone's voice memo or notes application, and dictate it via seri as it comes through.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last six months, you’ve probably experienced some changes lately. Actually I take that back. The only thing I know of that lives under rocks are roly polies, at least that’s how it goes in my yard. And I don’t think much changes in their world, but then again, what do I know about roly polies?
I think it’s safe to say that unless you’re a roly poley, this shit-show we call 2020 handed you some changes.
This morning I was thinking of something I wrote years ago describing what it was like to be a single mother of two. After a little digging, I was able to get a copy of it. It was posted on my MySpace blog eleven years ago on June 10, 2008. That would have made Rachel 9 and Megan 14. Even as hectic as life was back then… I kind of miss it. Here’s to my daughters for changing my life in the most fantastic, transformative awesomely unimaginable ways!!
I woke up Monday morning and rolled over in bed. Light was just starting to come through the window, which meant I had slept later that I realized. As I flopped my arm out of the now too hot covers, I noticed I was wearing a pink bracelet with my name on it. I was so tired the night before I must have missed one.
I started this blog to write about life, food, fitness and everything else that happens in between. But then, guess what? The in between took over and I got too busy for the blog!
But now life has thrown me a curve ball, a challenge if you will, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll have time for the blog again for a while.
Last Friday I received a phone call that has already and will continue to change my life forever. I got the news that my recently biopsied breast lump was indeed cancer. I really wasn’t ready for that news, of course, who ever is? I’d had a few benign lumps in the past and was hoping this was the case with this one.
Writing releases the thoughts you didn't know you had.