30 days of self care, day 22
Silence the noise. Inside my head. Around me. Let wash away what I can’t still. Make the moment a movement. Self care.
30 days of self care, 21
Sunday. Front loaded. Downward ride into easy like a Sunday evening. Self care was getting it done and letting it go.
30 days of self care, day 20
Saturday morning is my time to sleep in a bit. This morning I woke to thunder. Big thunder. Once. Twice. On the third big rumble, I jumped up. It was raining! Really raining. I ran down the stairs in my pjs and checked again. Still raining. Made my iced mocha latte,...
30 days of self care, day 19
The mystical magic of giving help when you need help astounds. I knew I had a need that I just didn’t have the voice to speak. That little smarty inner impulse took over and, unasked, gave help to someone else. And poof. Heart full. Needs met. Self care done.
30 days of self care, day 18
Some days win. Today was one. Self care is a shower before bed, some whispered jazz and an audiobook with the lights and my brain turned off. Night night.
30 days of self care, day 17
Today was one of those days when the lines on my to do list multiplied at an alarming rate, threatened critical mass then rioted turning Wednesday against me. In one hand, I held overwhelm and losing myself to ‘the cause’. In the other, the desire to slip out and try...
30 days of self care, day 16
This appeared today. Perfect. Whole. Next to a pot of spent echinacea. I never saw the dandelion. Just this perfect wisher. I’m not sure how I feel about wishes other than a little love on a breeze. But I love watching a dandelion look towards its future. Oh the...
30 days of self care, day 15
Having a 62 pound puppy when you’ve only had small dogs (and meant to this time, too) can be a lot. Well, it is a lot to live with 62 pounds of muscle, licking tongue, leaping legs and energy that both inspires envy and hiding. Today she decided to take a good...
30 days of self care, day 14
An unhurried Sunday morning. An hour to myself, listening to Someone’s Daughter, knitting. Crows. And cardinals, jays, wood thrushes, wrens. Squirrels. Cicadas. Or death beetles as I call them because they are happiest when it’s hot enough to kill you. The twitching...
30 days of self care, day 13
Today I woke to the news. He’s gone. The smile. The energy. The latitude attitude. The bare footed concerts. But the music survives. Seeing him live was like a balmy breeze, tinged with a little alcohol buzz. Laid back. Happy. In the moment. Loose. My self care today...