#re-awakening #healing #mindfulness


It’s Saturday morning. I have eaten a quick breakfast, no lingering over tea today. I pack myself a lunch and tuck a notebook into my purse. Today I am attending a workshop on Mindful Writing. It’s something I’ve often thought about doing, but until now, I’ve always talked myself out of it. Today I walk…


I prop myself up

Sometimes I find it helpful to provide myself many sources of inspiration, to keep me reminded of the aspiration of my higher self. I leave myself little affirmations on the dresser or on the kitchen table. I leave a tab open on my browser to a page with an article about mindfulness. I cut out…



Today I’m being unreasonable. I know it. I also know that “all my feelings are acceptable,” even the unreasonable ones. So this evening, I’m trying to find some kind of balance between allowing myself to pout and fret because things are changing in a way I don’t want and accepting that things have to change.


I wake up at 4 am, again this morning. I turn away from the alarm clock and press myself against my husband. Don’t think, I tell myself. Don’t think, and maybe you can go back to sleep. It doesn’t work. Deep, restful sleep is a phantom, a fairy maybe, flitting among the gradually greening trees,…