I pray and I pray so hard, that God will help me to do more than just survive one day at a time. But this is all I can manage now.
…we all need play – children and grown ups alike. It is an integral part to our whole selves – to enjoy, to discover, be creative and process life.
I am and will be the ‘Me’ that never was imagined.I am the ‘Me’ that’s emerged from the ashes of pain.
This is a post about nothing really.
I've been getting quieter and quieter.
And I'm sorry.
Since Mama Claire left for the next life I haven't felt quite right. 87927
How are you?
Sorry I've been quiet. I've been meaning to write to you about a number of things including sharing a recipe for a smashing pumpkin soup I made last week. And I will. 87872
You will get tired of being sick. That’s ok. Totally ok. Own it. Take time. Rest. And get back to work.
Right now I am thinking about the unconventional therapist who first, offered me her pot of yellow roses, then insisted on her beautiful cactus.
"You have to bring them back to me," she said, "you have to promise," and I cannot forget the look in her eyes.
Humans. Bizarre, intriguing and beautifully
Pre dental surgery anxiety flared, my IBS went crazy and I felt so so sick. My breakfast wanted to come up. And it sorta did.
"It's just a routine thing, just a routine thing," I muttered to myself like a mantra. But anxiety is a hell of a thing.
I'm sorry I've not written in a while. I've been busy trying to survive with fibromyalgia (you know, eat, sleep, work, repeat). 87209