so thin,
she seemed almost
ethereal,
weightless.
but as the pounds
slipped away,
the pressures
tightened their hold.
the weight of the world
bore down upon her.
then recovery and discovery beckoned.
the passport to a new journey.
and today.
i have been revisiting my word of the year from 2013.
wave.
it turned out to be such an accurate description of that season of my life.
of both the tumult and wonder i experienced.
of the uncertainty and the fascination.
were your holiday dreams realized?
did you receive all that you wished for?
i invite you to set aside a few moments of quiet time.
after the crazy rush of the christmas season,
before bolting headlong into the new year.
i bought a christmas card last week.
not because i had anyone in mind to give it to.
but because i really loved it.
i wondered through the week who i might send it to.
since i’d stopped writing christmas cards years ago.
life is strange. and wonderful.
and sometimes hard.
so happy at times that
it feels as if you are bursting apart at the seams.
trying to take it all in.
celebrating triumphs.
cementing relationships.
savoring. embracing.
and at other times so depressing and sad that
it feels as if you can’t possibly go on.
sometimes, we feel overwhelmed.
at the perceived pains of our childhood.
and sometimes, as a result,
we are halted in our movement forward.
sometimes, we are struggling.
with a long-ago issue that still consumes us with sadness.
and sometimes, even more forcefully,
we respond with rage.
small town hospitality, especially during the holidays
the new creative group i’m forming with a dear friend
travel experiences that have challenged me to stretch my limits
as i see it, it’s a two-step process.
first we adjust.
and then we assimilate.
i have studied the works of piaget,
the famous psychologist,
in some depth.
what he calls accommodation is similar to
what i called adjustment last week.
