I am struggling a bit. A few days ago I woke up pre-dawn, made a cup of coffee, threw on sweats and got the dogs ready to head out for their morning ritual. Every day the same, until it isn’t. The photo here speaks volumes.
We recently moved about twenty minutes down the road […]
Abdomen, chest, exhale. Abdomen, chest, exhale. One, two, three. One, two, three. Again. And again. And again. In the beginning it happens too fast but the initial discomfort fades after a while. You work through it. Soon you’re less anxious: don’t even notice the breath. That’s about the time I met the […]
I don’t have any tools. No tool shed to escape to, no workbench to sit at and fidget away an afternoon, no leather belt with hammers and screwdrivers dangling from the sides to wear to the hardware store. No nails, screws, nuts or bolts. No buckets or shovels and picks or axes. Not even […]
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