A friend posted this quote on Facebook a couple days ago: "Love is kind. Anything less isn't love at all."Which made me think of this old Time Magazine story. I think I have linked to this article before, but I couldn't find it so I'm posting it again. Meaning of Love The article titled: We … Continue reading Love is more than a feeling
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Midtown mood
We have a number of different views out of our 14th story hotel room here in midtown Manhattan. We're here for business, but also visiting our Brooklyn son. The above is the view I have been staring at most of the day. I don't seem to be able to control my mood here in the … Continue reading Midtown mood
Dreams come true, part three
The best part of the trip to French Polynesia was our stay at The Four Seasons Resort Bora Bora. We flew from Papeete to Bora Bora and boarded the gorgeous private speed boat shuttle from the airport to the resort. We had the whole boat to ourselves. We arrived the Four Seasons and were escorted … Continue reading Dreams come true, part three
Dreams come true, part two
THE PAUL GAUGUIN We boarded the Paul Gauguin cruise ship Saturday afternoon, August 20th, in Papeete at about 3:30pm. Easy peasy. After checking our passports, etc... they had us in our room in about 15 minutes. Definitely the easiest cruise ship check-in we have ever experienced. We had opted for one of the two Grand … Continue reading Dreams come true, part two
Dreams come true, part one
It may have taken a long time, but in the end it did not matter. after much healing through self-observation she now had strength, she now had courage, and the wisdom to wield her new magic with virtue. no longer did she run from her pain or her troubles, no longer did she allow delusions … Continue reading Dreams come true, part one
And flowers grew
Paradise! A little over a week ago, I was on a jet boat adventure in paradise. Certainly when the word paradise was invented, the person was in French Polynesia. I have never seen so many gorgeous shades of blue, and green, aqua, turquoise. I couldn't pull my eyes off that amazing water. It was mesmerizing. … Continue reading And flowers grew
Memories
I used to call them triggers and they inevitably caused me tremendous suffering. Triggers were everywhere, literal memories of "the phone call" or buried feelings of being emotionally abandoned by my husband, or conjured visions derived from the fallout of Blue Eyes' sex addicted behavior. Now, the triggers have slowly morphed into memories that no … Continue reading Memories
Sex Addict
Whenever I read, in a story, an article or a blog entry or wherever, that a person has self-diagnosed as a sex addict after being caught cheating, because theoretically it's a good excuse for bad behavior, I sigh. Whenever I hear someone call someone else a sex addict because the target of hate and disdain … Continue reading Sex Addict
Beyond sobriety
Sometimes talking things out is the best way through, and I'm always grateful for this blog. This entry has been sitting here for a while because I started this post and then abandoned it. Some days, weeks, months, I don't feel like putting my thoughts into words. I guess I would call it a slump. … Continue reading Beyond sobriety
Moving on
Street Art at Wynwood Walls, Miami Disclaimer: I wrote this post as the third in the trilogy of 'I woke up to nothing' posts. I'm over those feelings now, but March included a couple of really difficult weeks. The sadness even spilled over into our business trip to Paris, but again, I'm doing better. I'm … Continue reading Moving on
try not to cry on my rainbow 