Sleep deprivation is the pits and I am trying valiantly to get my body regulated so I can restore, refresh, integrate, find my creativity, and embrace each day with pleasure and joy……
I have the luxury not many people have unless like me they have taken an hiatus from daily work: the luxury of time……
If I suffer in silence, chances are I won’t get what I need or want…….because who knew??
When was the last time you took a workshop on dancing, creative art, play, humour…….it is necessary you know-for you and for those around you who need you to hold them and keep them safe when the going gets tough.
Magic can go a long way in this time of unrest, upheaval, fear, chaos……
My move from Toronto to Kalamazoo has aged me about 15 years. I pray I come out of this with some youth and vigour……..
I ask myself, “Where to from here? What comes next?” As I yet another medical intervention for my poor dear struggle, fighting, trying, heart, I become introspective and search for meaning beyond the world as I know it today…..
I’m back. I’m doing well. I’m simultaneously courageous and a coward. Moving was very brave….moving was extremely difficult and reduced me to a puddle more times than I care to remember……..
Remember compassionate mindfulness and remember to tell the truth. They go together, particularly in today’s world where we are so often faced with uncertainty, lies, misinformation, prejudice……..
Once again life changes. I hear the siren call of my new home and the beginning of my life as a Senior senior; possibly retired, certainly semi-retired, learning and longing to create new, exciting, hopeful, serine, joyful, adventures…..