I keep seeing pictures of my ex. (Thank you, Facebook and Apple algorithms!) It’s not surprising, when we were together for a dozen years before Facebook was even invented, and when I’d taken ten years of selfies of us after I bought my first smart phone. That’s the peril of a modern breakup. You don’t … Continue reading Pictures of My Ex
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Getting Over It— But not Forgeting
“You need to forgive him.” How many times have I heard this? “Not for him, for your sake.” “You can’t move on until you forgive him.” Nope. My close friends are now a little careful when they approach this. They are concerned that there is still anger, (justifiable, they are quick to add!) and that … Continue reading Getting Over It— But not Forgeting
The Real Journey is on the Inside
We were talking about plumbing. I texted a picture from a couple of years ago, of me on the floor of the laundry room, my head under the cabinet, deep in the process of replacing the sink and the sump pump. He made a comment about how independent and competent I was. It was a … Continue reading The Real Journey is on the Inside
A Year of Travel: How It Changed Me
I take a deep breathe and launch down a black diamond run at Killington, heart pounding, and I remember how much I love to ski! When a friend first invited me to come to Vermont for New Year's I didn't really consider it. At Christmas when I was in Hawaii she reminded me and I … Continue reading A Year of Travel: How It Changed Me
Letting Go, Part 2
Deep in the Amazonian rainforest, beside an ironwood tree, our guide tells us about his ayahuasca experience. In a dark hut with his shaman, after days of fasting, he took the sacred plant concoction. It felt like snakes were coming out of his mouth and nose, he said, as all the bad in his soul … Continue reading Letting Go, Part 2
Yes, But how ARE you?
"It's OK, I think I'll walk back," I said, as we stood outside the restaurant, in that warm glow of not wanting the evening of good food and good company to end. "I need the steps." And almost as soon as I turned away, the tears started to slowly roll down my face. I thought … Continue reading Yes, But how ARE you?