I was going to write a reflection on how difficult this weekend was and how relieved I am it's over. But that is not what's in me today.Today, I was blessed with having my shift cancelled at work. Freed from all the stress that was descending on me last night. Then I got to spend... Continue Reading →
Palm Sunday
It's Palm Sunday today. Growing up this was a day that even if we were seriously sick you went to Mass anyway. But I am not going to Mass today. I am looking in on myself from the outside in while I sit volunteering at a yoga studio,reflecting on that girl. I know what my mother... Continue Reading →
Days when there is nothing to say
sometimes there is just nothing to say-When the day wasn't that badAnd good wasn't the name for it eitherSometimes you live the day not dyingAnd that's enough to make it better than okBut not enough to make it great.
Reaching out
so, a couple days ago I finally reached out to a yoga teacher who I really thought might be able to help me figure out how to take the next step in feeling better. She works with pregnant women and I was told she could relate to the miscarriage and stuff. So I finally wrote... Continue Reading →
Reminiscence
I painted this one night in the midst of my engagement to my now husband. An engagement which was a special kind of hell in the hells I have endured in my life.That is something I still struggle with is just how awful our engagement was-not him and I-but our colossally controlling and sometimes cruel... Continue Reading →
The Yoga of Me
Yoga is doing something to me. Everytime I come to yoga class something comes alive in me, or maybe it doesn't come alive- maybe it just turns its head ever so slightly, like a sleeping dragon. I have not written here in so long. So much has happened. I moved back in with my parents to... Continue Reading →
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