Do No Harm

Do No Harm.” My mantra for the next month.  The ripple potential stretches wide.  Do no harm to: My body My thoughts (which have a direct link to the body) My relationships with Kiddo and Hubby My friends and family Total strangers The environment The Universe Now the “How” question. Response: Start with “What is Read More …

Shifting Purpose

I am coming out of a low period. Finally. Thank, God. Adrenal fatigue. A lingering bout of Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo (or BPPV). I don’t recommend either condition, frankly. Turns out I can only stress this body so hard (physically or mentally). Before it just. Sinks. To the ground. Lesson learned.  Again. But, this post is not Read More …

Dark Side of the Moon

Is this just the dark phase of the moon, the part of the cycle when all light wanes and is gone, a new moon basking in the glory of the sun without tolerating our dusky shadow?  Or is it the darkness before the waxing, the building up again of the light? And how dark will Read More …

So Where Were We?

Ah, yes: my last post was on spring fever if I recall correctly.  Except now it is nearly fall. Kiddo started back at preschool today, and I find myself with more time on my hands.  And, you know what?  I’m a little sad about that.  Kiddo and I had an awesome summer together.  We went Read More …

In Closing…

Yesterday, I sat in a little Pennsylvania church that smelled like my long departed uncle’s house where I had played with my boy cousins. Except, seated in front of me, those same boys were now men and strangers. I listened as my Aunt Mary’s friends spoke kind, respectful words in her memory. And as I Read More …

Setting Goals That You Can Keep

The only way I know how to accomplish anything in this life is to do it.  Doing it means you want it.  In my corporate days, I got the reputation of being a Closer.  I got stuff done, often by just moving before indecision took hold.   Need a proposal response managed?  Moving to a new Read More …

Roads

“Go here or there or there?” the young man asks.   He jabs a finger at the map on his lap. “It seems to me,” the old man begins, “that you have cluttered up that head of yours.” “But which way?” “Which way do you want to go?” “All of them.” “Humph.” The old man takes Read More …

In The Company of Plants

Can a plant be company, I ask?  During 5am wake up calls, writing in near darkness any living being is company.  Em calls these new plants “girls”.  They tickled her face in the cart at Home Depot.  She wanted them to sit beside her on the way home.  And she even held one of their Read More …