Category: Starting Over
Posts on the practice of beginning again — after a marriage ends, after a career closes, after grief, after illness. What it actually takes to rebuild instead of repeat.
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Why My Kids Don’t Walk to Work
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree. Last year, Shannon decided to work for me instead of being pushed into walking to work about 2 miles away at McDonald’s (and crossing a four-lane highway, to boot). My answer? Absolutely not. I don’t care who used to walk along Highway 20…
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Fully Engaged
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree. I love it when things start to fall into place, especially when it had once seemed impossible. There’s something to be said for keeping your eye on the agenda, though the people who originally scolded me with those words did so for their…
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A Different Kind of Resume
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree. I don’t work on classified programs. It’s not a world I want to be in and I’ve taken steps to stay out of it. One of the problems with working in that world traditionally has been that you’re never competitive with other people…
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Sin-Eaters
I look up from my computer—accounting, bleah— and realize that the rest of the house is both quiet and dark. The girls’ doors are closed and they’re tucked in for the night. The iPods are off and the indie music has gone silent for this day. The dog is subdued and napping on the kitchen…
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The Ten of Cups Is What I Want
There’s a reason I keep the Ten of Cups card on my Light Altar, on the church rail right next to my Celtic Jesus statue. In the Tarot deck, the Ten of Cups is the happy ending emotionally. It’s peace, joy, contentment, the emotional culmination of the happy home and family. It’s new love, carried …
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January Goals
While I keep an overall “intention” for the year, I’m breaking it down into nice bite-sized pieces every month. What I “call in” are the feelings and “moments” for the month and I don’t always know how those will manifest, but when it comes to the bite sizes to make the rest happen, they just…
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Mine for Now, Orbs and All
I have no idea how long I’m to be in this house before hurricanes drive me out, my job goes away, or I just get too painfully tired of my more repairs that must be done, but for while I’m here, it’s my sanctuary. For all the things that need replacing and repairing, I’m not…
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9 of Pentacles: The Lady in the Garden
I’m not sure what happened to author Jill Jones. I lost track of her. I used to read her “literary suspense” novels from St. Martin’s Press in the 90’s and we’d meet up at various writers’ conferences and talk about various New Age topics. We both liked a bit of paranormal in our stories and…
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The Progress of Not Expanding
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. My mentor looks at the past month and sees what I cannot. I’ve really come to appreciate her objectivity. What seems like a month when I’ve been stuck in a mud hole to spin my wheels has instead been very productive. The results, however, can’t…
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Pre-emptive Strike
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. I’ve complained before that most of my married male colleagues stopped talking to me once they found out I was divorced. It’s a plague, you know? Wouldn’t want to catch that. But there’s an up side, too. From the Bookshelf Rite of Reckoning — a…
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Do Locations Push and Lure?
Just as I’m feeling a strong push away from the town I have lived in since 1985—hurricanes, thefts, vandals, the prospect of jobs leaving the area, few or no remaining friends here, my girls wanting to go elsewhere—I’m also feeling a strong pull toward Central Florida. Toward what, I don’t know, but there seems to…
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Burning Up Old Desires
It’s really not that everything in my life is drama, but in looking at old issues and pains, things I held in and never cleared out, more than I could ever have imagined comes up. Once it’s brought into the light, I can burn up and burn away those old hurts, except for what remains…
