Category: What It Is Wednesday

Question for my pagan/heathen/shaman/hippie/woo-woo friends in particular as well as their friends:  Over the last couple of years, I’ve found myself expanding on my spirituality, in some cases doubling back to a different understanding of early beliefs, never changing or recanting or neglecting any of the things I’ve learned through personal unconfirmed gnosis which you…

When was the last time you touched or were touched? Gonna get close to the bone here, but I know my single female friends will appreciate it. There’s an article making the rounds called “Being Single Is Hard.”  It’s about touch and how the lack of touch is the hardest part of being single. It’s…

I’m on of those people who uses my smart phone for just about everything except making phone calls. It’s been that way ever since the first additional features on our phones beyond calling:   texting, instant messaging, Facebook messenger, various apps, even email.  I’m not sure how it started but non-spoken communications have become my…

“Dating sucks!” The guy in front of me stopped and yelled at both everyone and no one in particular as I was starting my sunrise miles. The woman with him–a relative, maybe a sister?–shushed him but agreed. They’d stopped right in front of me, and I couldn’t help but eavesdrop as I passed them. “It’s…

I have a gift. Apparently. Here’s how it almost always plays out, whether you are an intern, an acquaintance, a co-worker, a leader in my organization, a best friend, a neighbor, a man I’d really like to spend more time with.  The pattern is the same. You can barely breathe.  In fact, you’re not sure…

“What’s wrong with people,” I wondered as I was trying on shoes in a store over in Destin, “that they get so dug into their positions and can’t seem to see what’s obvious to everyone else?” I was thinking this in terms of politics, both on the national scale and in my own workplace. It…

It’s my nature to be a Giver.  I can’t change that. I’ve tried–short spats of disillusioned refusal to give one more inch, in an effort to draw boundaries and protect myself from giving too much. I’m a recovering co-dependent, and that’s the best I can hope for:  to find positive ways to channel that early…

FB Memories are often a good memory jogger for me. The photo below was 6 weeks into my first “100happydays” experiment of looking for those joyous little moments in life. Though I’m not almost a year into my second “100happydays” experiment–I didn’t want to quit because of the great value in it for me–I abandoned…

We like to assure the downtrodden, the sick, and the grieving that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  But wait…are we so sure? I’ve known (and have written about) the long, dark tunnel I’ve been going through for almost a year and a half now.  It’s related to overcoming some particular…

I hate being reactive. I hate that I sometimes let people manipulate my feelings–joy occasionally, anger and jealousy mostly–for the sheer enjoyment of my emotional reaction.   Even more, I hate that I often don’t even see it until looking back later. Some people just know how to push my buttons, and most often those…