Water Yourself As I was scrolling the social medias of the inner webs….I saw a post about “watering yourself because you are growing”.   Those words jumped out and performed an entire epiphany musical in my head. We…. I spend so much time watering others.   I will support you.   I will encourage you.   I will treat you.   I will promote you.   I will invest in you.   I will share with you.   I will guide   you. I will do the most…. But what about me?   Who is doing these things for me?   The post was correct.   We all are growing, or we are dying. Once upon a significant emotional and spiritual growth spurt time in my life, I realized that I was alone.   There were very little supporters.   There were not clappers and congratulators.   There was silence. In this piercing silence, and blinding light, I could clearly see and hear that those that I would have expected to be cheering, clapping, promo...

  I always speak fondly of my relationship with inanimate objects.   The fondness is an extension of my relationship with living objects like people, plants, and TREES!   I love me some trees!   I can’t name just one thing, its   a bunch of things. I feel like trees are silent witnesses to the recording of life.   They are wise. They are ancient.   They have such endurance.   They are grounded and strong.     They have roots.   They are connected to something bigger.   They look really cool.   They grow.   Their leaves can be evergreen or change colors. They protect themselves.   They provide shade.   They provide shelter. They are landmarks. They re-generate.   Even when they are destroyed, they turn into mulch and   paper, which can be recycled. Over the years, I’ve turned into a good ole fashioned tree hugger.   No matter how old I get, I hope I’ll always be able to semi-climb one. ...

    My father went into memory   care last year. I wanted to send something with him that was familiar to the home and would make him feel cozy.   We had an old electric blanket that had long since lost the adaptor cords, but it was so well made and insulated, we still used it as an additional internal layer in the winter.   It was blue, which is my favorite color. You know I love analogies and describing my relationships with inanimate objects.   I had deep childhood memories tied to this blanket.   I had never really thought about the connection until the blanket turned up missing from my father’s belongings.   We had some rude awakenings about facilities and elderly , and additionally memory care.   A lot of our expectations had to be adjusted.   That is a different story for another day. You don’t really appreciate things until you loose them.   When I realized that the blanket was not likely to be recovered, I think a par...

  Have you ever said   never When my children were smaller, I swore off Myrtle Beach SC.   It was too crowded, too commercial, and not impressive.   It was always close and affordable.   I held more than 2 decades of memories there.   For the most part I always had a really good time. That is until one year while my children were younger, we went for 4 th of July weekend.     We had just had our second child, were exhausted, and it was hot.   The beach was more crowded than I’ve ever experienced, and it was overwhelming.   My oldest son was playing on the shore.   The currents kept drifting him down the shoreline, and it was an ongoing chore to keep up with him visually.      We were taking turns checking on him.   I started breast feeding, and looked down and my husband was asleep.   I immediately jumped up and ran looking for our other son.   I couldn’t find him.   My whole world stopped and...

  There is nothing sexier than a reminder of full on adulting.   That mundane responsible stuff.   It always brings a smile to my face. Especially when it’s caught in picture form.   When I’m in weird moments, funny moments, and just mixed feeling moments, I take a random shot of some representative of the moment/time/space. On a typically busy day, while minding my adult business.   My love decides to complete a task that has been on the honey do list for months.   Now, one lesson I had to learn as an adult,   about other adults,   is that they work best when “allowed .”   You should “allow” them to be the best version of themselves.   They do require guidance, expectations, and incentives, but you need to allow them to be who they are, and to manage their own priorities.   Truth be told, this works best for business, and personal relationships. Either way, people will always show you better than they can tell you where their...

  I remember the first time I heard the term bio rhythms.   A co-worker used it to describe a time where he was “on top of his game.”   I liked the way it sounded so it stuck with me.   Technically it’s a mathematical theory to explain your highs and lows in a rhythm cycle.   My mom would say, “some days you got it, and some days you don’t.” You know the days.   There are some days that with little to no effort, you look amazing.   Your skin is perfect and glowing.   Your smile twinkles like the stars. Your magnetism is compelling.   The opposite is also true.   Some days, you don’t got it. (lol)   You repel people and are best tucked away in a cave. If at full capacity, I’m my sharpest mentally and physically   mid morning. I find myself most euphoric during a full moon.   Its like I’m full of creativity and anticipation.   I have a season where I’m pretty much on top, and it’s the weeks leading up to my birthday...