This morning, I was musing on why I write. Well...really I was musing on why I do everything I do, and why I tend to often not do what is good for me - even given the perfect circumstances and opportunities to do so. But, let's focus on writing for the moment. I find I write for mainly two reasons. The first is catharsis - to release! When I feel my body and mind itching for an outlet of some kind and I have no idea why, I write to put onto paper what I cannot express through

I'm writing this right now because I don't know what else to do to settle my mind. Too anxious to meditate, too zoned in to zone out, too sick to exercise (or at least that's what I'm telling myself), too lost to find my way. I'm writing in an attempt to ground myself during this last week of the year of the snake. I am feeling the intense universal energy of transformation pulling at me, but I also feel like I haven't shed what I need to in order to move into my fiery, charg

It's been a helluva year. My dad's dementia progressed to the point where he couldn't live alone, and he came to live with us. Then he ended up in the hospital - twice. When we finally got him home the second time, it lasted barely more than a week before he was back in the ER again. Now he's back in assisted care, and he seems content. Whew! There's a lot between the lines there that I have so far only expounded upon to close friends. Like the fact that while he's now happy

I'm generally not one who loves New Year's resolutions. But, I am one who believes that manifesting what one wants requires a solid plan,...