Anxiety Returned to Me

 

Anxiety

Returned to me.

Why?

We had an agreement,

You and I.

We worked it through, we made a deal, I figured you’d be gone.

But no.

Recognizing destination, path and plan ~ you came along.

WTH?

Habit? Memory? Trauma exacted long ago?

Irrelevant!

Damn you and be warned:

You’re unwelcome.

Your tricks and games, old news.

I’m movin’ on no matter how you coax and woo.

I don’t need you.

Get it?

GO.

I AM in control.

 

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B-B-B-Baby!

 

I AM

A Big B-Word…

Buff

Bold

Ballsy

Balanced

Beautiful

Brave

Bazinga!

A Happy, Sunny Day

Reaching back to my earliest years, I can’t retrieve a time when I didn’t write in a diary, a log or a journal of some sort. Wordplay, wordsmithing, “word-work,” has saved me time and again. Writing is my element, my medium, my retreat and my escape. I love words. It’s a forever kind of love.

Recently, however, I’ve been inclined to add more color ~literally~ to my words. So I followed the lead of many contemporaries and embarked on an art journal  journey. Simple concept, art jornaling: Add images to the ideas. Here is my first entry. I had a really happy day. Can you tell?

I AM ART!

On the agenda:

Plant sunflower seeds (For the third time this season. Why? So the thrashers and bunnies have snackies, it would seem.)

Supply buying trip to Michael’s

A session with Kevin at Plexus Pilates

Make a card for Susan

Press flowers from the garden

New soap in the shower

BE HAPPY!

On Integrity…

 

When I first met The Good Husband nearly thirty-five years ago, I sensed something special.  Yeah, yeah, there was pure teenage attraction and unrestrained passion, but it was more than that.

As a 17-year old, he exuded an aura of calm and inner connection that I wanted to better understand. It took another year before we began dating and I had the opportunity to figure out how this guy ticked. Within a few months, after seeing him function  in the world and in his family home, I knew that the secret was integrity. The man has impeccable integrity, as did his father before him. Integrity is the essence that guides his every act, and has as long as I’ve known him.

Like many others over the years, I saw in this man, felt in his presence, a sense of wonder and possibility. I recognized an option to be a better version of myself. I wanted to learn that, be that, so that I could walk a similar path and emit that kind of light. It took some time, but for the most part, I succeeded.

Not long ago, I came across a related quote and am compelled to share it. It is, quite simply, an essential truth. It’s part of a philosophy, an outlook, and a lifestyle that can lead to only good things. And it correlates beautifully with another of my favorite quotes, gifted by Ghandi: “Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.”

Have a read, then let me know what you think: 

“People of integrity seem to have a kind of built-in ability to handle whatever comes up as they go toward success. You see, when you act from integrity, you don’t lie. When you don’t lie, you have no need to remember. When you don’t have anything to remember, you don’t have to save your energy for protection, in fear of being found out; then you have access to all your energy in the present. When you have your energy present, here and now, you are in a better position to handle whatever comes up. If you do that often enough, you’ll gain an enormous amount of self-confidence, a belief in yourself based on empirical evidence — your life.

When you live a life of integrity, your success may very well manifest as wealth in friendships, trust, admiration, respect, and the ability to inspire others.”

- John-Roger, American Author & Spiritual Leader

These Hands

Yeah, yeah. I know the drill. Hands are the true indicator of a woman’s age.

But let’s get serious…

These Hands

Among other things

Have raised

Babies

Vegetables

Spirits

And Hell

Why wouldn’t I love them?