Frida Kahlo
self care
Down to your heart
My dahlias are still going strong and bringing me lots of joy! I received the quote below in an inspirational email from the best trauma therapist in the world... at least she is that to me! These words spoke to me. The old me, before discovery, would have wanted to solve all my problems with … Continue reading Down to your heart
Purging
Since Blue Eyes reconnected with his parents in December, I have not had any contact with them other than the one dinner in Los Angeles. This is a good thing for me. Blue Eyes tells me they are quite often these days sending him messages asking about Portland. They express disgust with what is theoretically … Continue reading Purging
Sunshine on a cloudy day
My zinnias survived the moving van. I lost a couple plants and about 30 blooms, but honestly, that's a drop in the bucket of what is out there. It still looks beautiful. The neighbors did move out. I thought this would mean that our neighborhood would be quieter, but instead, they are fixing up the … Continue reading Sunshine on a cloudy day
Making time for everything
I've been getting some inspiration from Dave's Blog. Finding where my joy comes from, and also getting back to scheduling so I am able to do, if not all, then a lot of things I love every day. I am a scheduler by nature, but honestly have never scheduled in specific leisure activities. I always scheduled … Continue reading Making time for everything
Life’s great pleasures
The sun is shining, flowers are blooming, birds are chirping, we picked up 1/2 of our plant starts at the farm yesterday. Gardening is one of my pleasures. Lots of fun stuff, tomatoes, herbs, sunflowers, hot peppers. Our farm share this week was filled with goodies. Fresh grown veggies and our farm family make me … Continue reading Life’s great pleasures
Separated at birth
My other blue-eyed boy! Okay guys. Not sure how long this post will stay up. I’m having a super silly day. I can’t wipe the smile off my face since two followers compared the eyes of my husband’s former sex partner to Donald Trump. Maybe it’s the doubling up of my anti-depressants that’s making me … Continue reading Separated at birth
Missing those days
A friend sent this yesterday. I think it is beautifully written, and so true. The tears flowed. I'm missing my Brooklyn boy.The Last Time From the moment you hold your baby in your arms,you will never be the same.You might long for the person you were before,When you have freedom and time,And nothing in particular … Continue reading Missing those days
Balance
That damn desk
We have a rather large concrete room off the kitchen-end of our 1939-built house. Our home is on a hillside, and the concrete room is the foundation for the 2 1/2 car garage the original homeowners added on after converting the one-car garage to a TV room in 1948. We know the year because when … Continue reading That damn desk
