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Am I loveable? That was a “prompt” given to me by someone I have much respect for. So, off I went with it. My first thoughts were: “Well, let’s see. Who are the people that love me?” Hmmm, is this avenue missing the mark? Why or how am I loveable? Mistakes … setbacks … harm…
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I’m no longer in the business of sending love back with my “revisions.” My “edits.” I pray to accept love unconditionally, as it is given, and to first and foremost recognize and treasure it when it comes. If I reject my Self, how can I pretend to be a source of love to others? For…
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Participating in my life … showing up for it … for me, for those who have been placed in it alongside of me. Those I’ve chosen and those who were given. I have had many rude awakenings, and those choices have deeply affected my life and the lives of those I most love. I no…
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Being a caregiver. That is part of who and what I am. I’ve had to grow, slowly, into acceptance of this role, this assignment. And it is, indeed, an “assignment.” I’ve grown into calling myself a caregiver in a way very similar to how I’ve moved from referring to Mom’s “cognition issues” as dementia. (Smaller…
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Tomorrow is the 36th year anniversary of Dad’s passing…the day of his release from what was a really rough go for him. What I remember was his poise and grace under pressure, particularly when he received his diagnosis. 1980…Alzheimer’s disease. Early onset (Dad was 54 years of age). We had never heard of this disease…
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I surrendered the resistance, my self-imposed expectations and rules and methods of how to pray; how to talk to God. My God wants me to come as I am. And I did.
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I have lately been allowing God to lift me above the “battleground” of circumstances, limitations and the endless confines of a global pandemic. My own personal aging process.
Faith & Roses 