I am nesting in my cozy draped blue bed under twinkly lights. Not warrior-one-ing at yoga like I could be. Not sitting in the quiet back left pew among the Episcopal faithful in foreign territory, listening. Not picking up the clothes of the week that never made it back to the hangers or laundry bin. … More All the things we shouldn’t do.
We long to belong. Recently, I invested in a purple button down shirt complete with K-State Powercat embroidered on the chest. A first. It signaled a willingness to “join in” with the folks of Purpleville. It was a ridiculously tough decision inspired by this season and the long-last realization that I am normal…I want to belong, too. … More Longing for Belonging
Last evening, we enjoyed wine in the whimsy and garden of a long-time friend. The Spring breeze skipped off of the ponds and cooled our conversation. Among three friends with shared history, words are unvarnished and sometimes sting like a shot of penicillin to a diseased body. I spent the night curled on the couch … More Cutting the cord