I’ve started reading Reconciliation: healing the inner child, by Thich Nhat Hanh. The five pages of the introduction have already had me openly weeping several times, and my favourite purple ink underlines nearly half the words. Beautiful and painful and horrible and wonderful. And through it all, I fight with myself that I am worth …
I’ve written a little about my mother’s accident, but I have been putting off the most painful parts of it, because they’re, well, painful. And scary. Overwhelming. One of those memories we are terrified to dredge up, unlocking the cage of some terrible beast that will burst out and devour us while we scream in …
Beautiful and broken Brilliant and foolish Elegant and rough Determined pushover Captive eagle Wild and caged I collect your broken pieces And attempt to construct meaning Where maybe there never was If I am a cycle breaker I’m saying you did something wrong Which is violating I’m sorry You did your best I can’t fault …
A couple of weeks ago, I took the huge step of meeting a wonderful friend for drinks and appetizers. In a restaurant. With other humans. It was both nerve-wracking and awesome, the first time I had been in a restaurant in more than a year and a half. But that’s not the point of this …
The topic of this post has been a long time coming. Just about my entire conscious life, in fact. And the events of the post took place nearly two weeks ago, but I needed some time and space to think it through. I know that this is not “The Answer” to all my problems, the …
Our sense of smell is a curious thing. Forming powerful connections to our memories, scent turns us into time travellers. One whiff of an old familiar odor and off we go to another time and place, sometimes wonderful and comforting, like the scent of pipe smoke taking me to see my long dead maternal grandfather, …
“People’s actions are motivated by their needs. When we discover our needs, we discover who we are.” Dr. Lance Sweets–Bones, Season 3, Episode 14, “The Wannabe in the Weeds.” I have been watching the TV show Bones during my morning workouts, and this line really resonated with me in my current journey to figure my …
In thinking about my mom for my last post, I had an odd, and rather uncomfortable, realization: I think of my mother as two different people, with different names: Mom and Mother. Even in my own head, they are distinct, and when I talk with people about her/them, there is a very clear line between …