Acceptance, Faith, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

An Invitation to Heal-Repair or Release

I am slowly mining gems of peace from the work of reconciling and healing, I must do on my own.  According to Reverend Desmond Tutu; healing and reconciliation do not erase the reality of injuries that occur AND forgiveness is not pretending that what has indeed happened did not happen. “Healing does not draw a veil over the …

Acceptance, Faith, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

Good Grief

I cannot help but feel charmed when I hear people in utter exasperation calmly say “Good Grief”.  It is so completely wholesome(benevolent) and old school. While grief, may not be good, it is essential, and a natural part of life.  We all deserve to grieve and heal from heartbreak.  My sons’ deserve a healed and whole mother. As an adult …

Acceptance, Faith, Musings, Self-Love

The Menu-Life Choices

Like a child, I want to choose only from a menu of: fun, relaxing, and highly lucrative.  Regarding my family of origin, there is no action to take…no matter how differently I want for things to be. I will know in my core when the time is right to do something different. For today I will …

Acceptance, Faith, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

You Spot It–You Got It

You spot it, you got it…. I was thinking of how I am most irritated by subtle little behaviors in which I assume to know the motivation…so arrogant.   And the flip side of that coin is that I am deeply touched by small gestures and behaviors that I assume to know the motivation. The truth …

Acceptance, Faith, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

House of Cards

My friend, my hero, my badass partner in recovery has shared how her sister was collectively, not only abused, but also blamed for bringing it on herself by being so difficult—by being who she was, wrong at a cellular level.  What my friend learned quite young; “If I want people to be kind to me and to be okay, …

Acceptance, Faith, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

Fools Rush In

Because my mother is physically and mentally unwell, 84, and in the hospital, I am feeling twisted up inside, as if I should DO something. There is nothing for me to do at this time. My efforts to heal and build trust or connection are either swatted away like a pesky gnat or they go unacknowledged. …