As I run…shedding tattered, bruised, no longer fitting old skin. Embrace a freedom freely given at a cost I cannot understand. Laying prostrate…wet falling from a gratitude welling. Breathless, deep, guttural “thank you” pales

Leaving is a Process

Why do some days seem so empty… the harshness of such loss has no words. This divorce was more…a death of a person I used to know, or I thought I knew. Not without 3 years of torment, anguish, abuse, shattered heart, tortured spirit, broken trust… even trust in myself, my judgement. I am the…


Crying out blindly Hoping someone will see you drowning… “Stepped out of line”, I heard one say, “I never would have asked that way” frowning… Fingers pointing, judgement calls Job’s good friends repeating “Must have been Something you’ve done” echoed in their greeting  

Coming Out of the Dark

First Step….BREATHE! Breathe in as you count 1…2…3…4… slowly exhale and repeat. Deep breaths help keep oxygen flowing to all the places you feel want to shut down. I know it sounds so trivial, shallow, and not very important at this juncture since your whole world has been shattered and there is no solid foundation to steady your feet. Balance? It will come in time.

Stones for Remembering…

Prelude to epiphany …my path to recovery Remember? Can you see…? I (AM) was there. (Here) Always here. So difficult to scrape the mire from the physical, as you press in to pristine clarity of the spiritual. Easy to allow yourself to get bogged down, held down, tied down, chained captive. It’s no wonder memory…