The Sunday Post: Growth

This week’s bloom was about growth. Blossoming. Doing what you didn’t think was possible. I’ve been doing a lot this month that I wasn’t all that sure was possible not too long ago. There’s the more obvious things like yoga every day, thinking of ten things every day that I’m grateful for, drinking more water,…

Balance

In between Yoga and Zumba today I looked down at my feet and the parallel lines running down the length of my living room floor reminded me of a balance beam. I wondered how I would fare if I had to walk on a real balance beam, several feet off the ground. Not very well,…

Sparks

I’ve been thinking a lot about us — I know that’s no surprise. A new year brings back memories of paths traveled, promises made and all that each word implied. We thought coincidence was actually fate leading us time and again toward each other, until finally, at last the spark ignited and all I could…

I Drew Myself a Bath

Tonight I drew myself a bath. Surrounded by bubbles and  steam I thought about that kettle, the one I thought was worn through. I thought about that  woman on the edge, afraid, still wanting, needing,  to take that last step and fly. I thought about Jenny,  crying alone in her  bed while John retreated to…

Honor the Ending

I slept in this morning, last day off for 2020, and last day of the year, period. First thing I did was write in my journal, mostly trying to remember my dream. I was in a large, Vegas-style hotel, trying to find my way back to my room, but the way back meant climbing a…