Burdens on Burdens on Burdens

Monday, indeed it is. Many people refer to Mondays as blue. Blue meaning that there is a slow dragging heaviness about it, an ode of sadness that the weekend has ended and the new week has started. Another trait of Monday is manic. Manic in the sense of chaos and work. There’s so much to

A place of silence

There’s nothing that I choose to give more than silence. It’s not a long-term affair, only a moment to focus on recharging me without investing in much more. Was it a trigger? Sure, but of course. Triggered by the observation of cycles from place to place. Cycles of seeking and asking but they won’t change

Saturday Reflection

This week had it’s ups and downs but I survived it with so many moments to be grateful for!!! A new approach was applied by writing out my weekly goals Monday and giving it my best to stick with it. There was so much clarity in focusing on my Top 3 Priorities for each day,

Sunshine finally… well, never mind

HAVE YOU EVER…. Had one of those days… scratch that years in which you finally see the sun peeking through the clouds… and you know that all that gratitude and hard work has fueled you and helped you through it all…. and you have finally arrived…. And then just as you step out without the

if why could be answered

She writes her Morning Pages. Opening up her soul’s mic, as she creates on the page. Slowly, venting in measured breaths. Too much too soon she won’t be able to close what should never have become so..high. Critical Mass. I watched her cry yesterday because there was no way she could hide the hurt in

It’s life

Just when you think you’re improving, something seems to redirect the route you are on. But it’s okay because happiness is within me. A turn around may be the best thing that is happening to me right now. I’m not sure what next week will bring but I’m not going to worry. Things will work