Even though I typically feel some sadness or melancholy around my birthday, that feeling caught me unprepared this morning. After all, it's a clear-blue-sky sunny day after a night of thunderstorms. Everything feels clearer, sharper. More alive. Except me. It's my birthday week. A reminder that I'm aging quickly, that life has gotten harder in … Continue reading Do you ever feel sad around your birthday? I do.
Even if we aren't conscious of these traumaversaries, they have an impact on us. Because—on some level—we remember the pain and connect it with that time of year.
Many of you know by now that each new year I let a word choose me -- as suggested by the Abbey of the Arts: "give me a word" we ask – something to nourish me, challenge me, a word I can wrestle with and grow into. The word which chooses us has the potential … Continue reading My Word for 2019
Taking a walk used to be one of my deep pleasures. I'd head out to Chickamauga Battlefield and walk to my heart's content. I walked there year round. Clear, crisp spring days like today meant there would be lots of walkers and runners and bikers out enjoying the weather with me. But gradually my knees … Continue reading If walking is easy for you, be grateful!
liminal 1. Relating to a transitional or initial stage of a process. 2. Occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold. https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/liminal I'm in a liminal time. A time of transition. I feel that both parts of the above definition apply to me right now. I'm in a transitional stage … Continue reading Liminal Time
For the past several years - around each New Year's Day - I follow the suggestion from Abbey of the Arts to let a word for my year find me. This year I took my time and did some of the exercises from the Abbey's "Give Me a Word 2018." I didn't arrive at my … Continue reading My Word for 2018
I didn't quite know what I was in for when I said okay to a double knee replacement. I thought that by December (my surgery was mid-September), I'd be much more mobile than I am now. And I for sure didn't expect the pain to be persisting to this degree. But here I am, hobbling … Continue reading Three months out from double knee replacement. And another scar to add to this year’s scars.