As we were led to our space for the day we each had our own room, my room was named Simplicity, which was a proper theme for the current direction of my life.
Goodman’s quote is appropriate on this Easter Sunday morning. Spring is the season of possibilities.
This vociferous seesaw keeps us teetering between the person we know we are and the person we think we need to be. The latter grounded in the expectations of others, the former grounded in our own truth.
I bought four tickets in December without worry.
I avoid riding the quiet car in the morning after being admonished by a self appointed “Quiet Cop” some months ago. I half realized that I boarded the quiet car…
Nevertheless, sometimes I fail to see my own signs. Signs that shout “Karen, slow down” or “Stop obsessing”.
“The most effective way to do it, is to do it.” Amelia Earhart The negotiations began in earnest. A – b + c – e = d Write, skip yoga,…
I wouldn’t call my conversations with myself futile though, even if the practice appears insane, because it helps me think about my words and how they will be delivered to the audience.
It’s unseasonably warm in Chicago. Today it rained most of the day. I’m unsure when it stopped. I didn’t leave the building because I brought my lunch to work. I…
How often in life do you look down at your feet and underneath you see light from a world above? You don’t.
January 2. Heavy sigh. The world is restarting its routines, evidenced by thrice the number of cars in the Metra commuter lot this morning. Once on board the train I…
As I look to 2019 I see that focus remaining constant, that journey still weaving, that discovery still revealing itself.
We check our watch when the cashier engages in conversation beyond the required, “Did you find everything that you were looking for today?” as if a trip to the grocery store is a treasure hunt.
Yesterday I didn’t know that I would do what I did, but I sure am happy today that I did it.
“Follow your instincts. That’s where true wisdom manifests itself.” Oprah Winfrey An early morning meeting, meant an early morning train, meant no 6 a.m. yoga at Essencia this Friday. The…
I paused while pouring my morning coffee. I recognized the staple that it is in my morning routine. Five scoops of beans dropped into the coffee grinder where seconds later…
“For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.” Ralph Waldo Emerson It’s Christmas. Emerson’s quote was spot on today. I started to write…
What does that mean? Do I hate Christmas?
“Ladies and gentlemen, please check your carts. If you are walking around with someone else’s cart, please kindly return it to the butcher where its lawful owner will reclaim it. Thank you.”
With the confidence of previous wins, its nature is balloon-like, hooked up to a helium tank, expanding with utter disregard for anything else in the atmosphere.
The heavens will greet her with unabashed joy.
It’s an interesting temporary organism says man walking on Wacker Drive on Wednesday morning.
It’s quite the puzzle to fit a thought in a box.
And when I thought of it that way, I compared it to a home search. I used to think a home without a fireplace was a deal breaker. Then I bought one and I learned to live without.
By not expressing who we are through what we wear, we aren’t revealing our true self.
Writing every day for 120 days is all right. It’s not a burden, but it does require clarity. Sometimes the fog settles in. It has this week. Outside it’s soupy,…
I think December makes me acutely aware of that from which I feel trapped. It’s place in the evolution of the calendar year nudges us to look back and forward. Both directions bear weight.
I overheard this on the train this week. “Thank you Andrew. I’m not quite sure what you are hearing but the real answer is, there is not a definitive answer…
This morning was an exercise in looking at the things I see every day in a slightly different way.
I am grateful for significant moments memorialized thanks to a picture. The featured picture was taken by my ex-husband. Our daughter, Bridget, and I were chewing ice cubes and talking…
It was three-plus hours of cardio, that made my heart pump and sing.
After she was busted she found the guts to tell her own.
“Momma, momma, I think something bit me,” my daughter yelled. My inquiry was shushed as she pulled the sleeve of her sweatshirt back from her wrist, and exposed a large…
An exchange yesterday triggered a comical memory. It happened when my colleague and I interviewed a candidate for a new member of our team and she asked the candidate an interesting…
There is nothing awkward about this moment.
After I finished my soup, I found an unwrapped and abandoned fortune cookie with some other miscellaneous snacks in the kitchen.
Ruby understood her vocation better than most. She arrived to fill a void.
The truth is, February is a game changer. I felt good that a marriage, a friend’s birthday, moving to Springfield, and so many positive events offset what happened in 1990. That was when I went to my resident adviser at Marquette University and told her that I sexually was assaulted by another student.
Note: I published my first draft last week. This is the version I will use today, Tuesday, January 30, when I lead my first Al-Anon class. The topic is Step…
WHEN A MARRIAGE FAILS
Out of the mud the bluest flowers
open in the sun
without anger or regret; neither more or less than what it is,
alive again and free.
Yesterday morning I spoke with my sister and shared my blues about being alone Christmas Day. Bridget will be with her father today, and I am not making Christmas dinner, which we’ve always shared with my parents. I was dreading being alone. In spite of my little pep talk, about subtracting “no” and “can’t” from my vocabulary, I was falling right into the trap I desperately wanted to avoid: Self-pity.
The threshold is God’s waiting room: Have you ever read something so lovely? I see the world through God’s eyes on walks with the dogs when I hear every bird, when I stop to appreciate the Hawk – in sheer awe of its wingspan – hunting for prey, when I awake and stand at the window counting the different colors of the morning sunrise, when I take the dogs out for their last visit before bedtime and bask in the moonlight, when I kiss my daughter goodnight and tell her that I love her, and when I place my head on my pillow each night and thank God for every moment when he made his presence that day. This is the best waiting room ever.
He’s still shocked “It’s Just Lunch” matched them.