Things I Want You to Know

As much as I love you, my dear family members, here are some things I want you to know. You have possibly not heard them before because...... I am too polite. I was raised to be accommodating. It's my job to make everybody happy. You weren't listening anyway. It's just easier to do it myself!…

Mindfulness, Day 3, The Voices of Doom

(I have begun a series of writing on developing mindfulness, at first specifically focused on weight and body image, but now expanding into every area of my life.  These have been posted on my other site, WhyWeightBlog, but I decided to post here today to introduce the series to readers from this site.  If you…

Lunching Through Life

I should probably drink a second mug of coffee prior to checking on the daily word prompt.  This morning I was convinced the subject was "lunch." My morning read includes some of the responses from other bloggers, partly to get my brain cells firing, but also because I've discovered some interesting new blogs that way.…

Amber Waves

I so much want that image of America to be true:  spacious skies, majestic mountains, fruitful plains.  I so very much want sister/brotherhood to be crowned by grace and goodness.  I do not want this as a cover-up for the wrongs that have been or are still being done to native peoples, to slaves, the…

My Life in Water

I began immersed in fluid, floating freely, encased in the universe of beginning.  Nothing was required of me there, no consciousness, no choice, no understanding.  Slowly my universe contracted and I grew beyond its borders.  Without understanding, I knew narrowness was coming and I would be thrust into a cold, bright dryness, a perilous hero's…

What Category Am I In, Anyway?

Anyone who slogs their way through this post will be treated to a road map of how my mind works.  (Some will likely argue that it is more evidence that my mind doesn't work, but I won't dignify that argument with a response!) The word prompt led me to consider how much of myself I…

Patient Seeds

The carob pods seemed so ugly.  Why would anyone ever think to use them for food or bring them to a potluck? Perhaps my prejudice came from all those earnest attempts back in my counter-culture youth to convince me that carob is a perfectly good substitute for chocolate.  Not a chance!  Carob may be useful…