overwhelm (me)

overwhelm (me)

Choosing a word of the year has always mystified me a bit. Not because I didn't get the concept. Words are powerful and having one simple idea to focus on seems good. But I've never had one, a word of the year that is.

Remembering my life preserver

Remembering my life preserver

I'm not adrift alone in the ocean, nearly overwhelmed by the waves. My life preserver is all the things in my life that carry and sustain me.

I'm all done crying (for now)

I'm all done crying (for now)

My days have lost their predictable rhythm and my usual coping mechanisms aren't working very well because life is simply not "as usual" right now. It reminds me of the early years with my babies.

For lovers and poets (and Damien)

For lovers and poets (and Damien)

We will pass and blow away my dear but while we're here, you with me and me with you, let's live this well.

At the beginning of this New Year

At the beginning of this New Year

I believe it will be hard but I know it can be done. And for right now, that's all there is to write.

At the end of Christmas even the boxes tell a story

At the end of Christmas even the boxes tell a story

I suppose I could use plastic storage bins for the tree ornaments, nested together in an IKEA photo shoot worthy fashion. But cardboard boxes work and they also tell a story.

The hardest part is getting out the door

The hardest part is getting out the door

I may have thought the most difficult part of hiking the Appalachian Trail was going to be physical but I'm thinking now it might be something else entirely.