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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 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...