Untying the Knot

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Most of the time I write from instinct: feelings, thoughts, whatever the pen releases. I always wonder if I paint our situation worse or sometimes better, maybe just plain unrealistically. Then I remember the Dr. Philism, “perception is reality.”
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Another Gift Appears

Monday, August 29, 2011

I feel a need to check in with myself this morning. I’m not sure if I have much to say.

How am I doing?
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Not Guilty

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Guilt is the enemy of a caregiver.

I’ve always been a person who sees what I haven’t done rather than what I have accomplished. The never ending to-do list is an example. One of my professors pointed this out many years ago and ever since I realized he’s right, but I have yet to change the fact. I’m getting better, but I’m not quite over it! I don’t think I am so judgmental on others as I am on myself.
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Create Memories: A Cup of Joy

Do you sometimes yearn to have one more cup of coffee or tea with your loved one who has died? You can’t bring him or her back, but you can literally  keep the memories close at hand by creating a custom photo mug! Start each day with your favorite photo, happy memories or inspiring words. A custom mug can be the perfect accompaniment to motivate you for your morning writing routine! Using your images or an inspiring saying that evokes a happy memory, mugs also make a great gift to commemorate dates or let someone know you are thinking of them and their loved ones.
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Routine Reminders

Sunday August 14, 2011

As the rest of the country is sweltering in record breaking heat I can see an armful of leaves that drop from the trees each day. Two mornings this week were foggy, a sure sign of Northwest Fall. It’s more like mid-September than August. The wardrobe is socks and long sleeves in the morning; t-shirts and shorts in the afternoon as the temperature swings as much as 30 degrees daily.
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RIP Lucky

Thursday, August 04, 2011

Our home is a little quieter now. No more long nails clicking on the hardwood floor. No more thumps of Lucky falling down the stairs. No more panting to take in air. There is a void of familiar sounds. It is the quiet of loss.
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Blue Hydrangea

Monday, August 1, 2011

I love flowers. I love having a vase full on the table. It feels luxurious and quaint at the same time to me. When the flowers come from our yard it feels creative and loving to me. This week I’ve brought a full bouquet (twice!) of blue hydrangeas into our all-purpose bedroom.
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