Sometimes I watch mindless comedies. I laugh loud and hard at the jokes. Good thing I’m alone. My guffaws fill the room. “Laugh” is number seven on my Top Ten Tips for Coping. Please embrace laughter in your day. My daughter buddies are quick to laugh. Silliness can saturate their room. Their giggles are … Continue reading Feeling Low? Laugh!
✅ Worried? ✅ Worn out? ✅ Write it down! Write is number six on my Top Ten List for Coping. I write a lot. In 1963 when I was 7, my Grandad handed me a little General Electric notebook. It was a tiny, bound datebook, an early advertising give-away. To me...it was a treasure. I … Continue reading Top Ten Tips on Coping! #6 Write!
I’ve got pretty good vision, but I’ve been having trouble seeing lately. There’s a drape of confusion and pain covering stuff around me and, I have to admit, it’s hard for me to see beyond my loss. God’s patient with me, though. He’ll help me figure it out. God will help you figure … Continue reading Looking Beyond Loss
Sometimes I walk a windswept beach. An orange ball dips. Golden light settles on the horizon. Sunset prize over, other beach walkers move back inside. I’m alone. I walk and let the dark shore cloak me. Peace pulls at my toes. Weary waves sing me home. Sometimes I walk down 21 stairsteps to a mosaic … Continue reading Don’t Worry: Walk!
(****This is the second post in my series on How to Cope with Tough Times****) I’m not a dancer but I love to dance. Most of my movements are deemed goofy by my kids. As a matter of fact, for about 20 years, while they were home, I relegated dancing to the basement. … Continue reading When in Doubt…Dance
“Of course we’re canceling rehearsals on Valentine’s Day.” He shouted this out flippantly. All the couples in the room laughed a ‘why of course’ laugh and went about their busyness . I stood in my self-made circle, swallowing hard. Quick, drink some water. Pain washed through me with the water. I smiled and nodded … Continue reading It’s gonna be OK
Two things come in waves: ✅ Grief ✅ Healing I often walk the waves. Maybe it’s because of the grief. Life literally pulled the rug out from under my feet. I’ve lost my dream and it will not be coming back. Grief is inevitable. So...I walk. The cold stinging wash wakes me up. The motion … Continue reading Grief and Healing Come in Waves