I would love to hear what is your place that allows you to get to still inside?
I am starting to love hiking. In my past I never had the fitness or energy to hike the trails. I have met many people on the trails with injuries who are "trying to get their power back".
Why do we hang onto these random objects? Is it because they tell us who we were? That we existed. That we were creative and daring at some point our life.
When did we transition from romance to being a good cleaning team? Yes it has been a long winter in the mountains. And the snow continues.
I saw on a bulletin board the phrase "Let go of the Oars, everything you want is downstream...."
My brother from another mother came down to visit me in Breckenridge. After a sushi dinner I wanted him to see the town at night. My fiance goes to bed about 9:30 and gave us his blessing to go out and party. We went to one bar and had a half pint of local brew …
Adapting to each others rhythms takes courage after 7 years of living alone. It seems this morning I stole my fiance’s pillow, and would not give it back in my sleep. I talk in my sleep - last night I was mumbling about aircraft hangers. I have been told I sometimes sleep with my legs bent up in the air, on my back. Combine that with nightly gratitude lists said out loud before sleep, and prayers before bed, no wonder my previous husband had his own room.
I spend days feeling fear. Today I decided to make a big list of all my fears and burn them.
Is there anything you have been hanging onto from the past, that you are stubbornly in unforgiveness?
Memory is an interesting thing. I was thinking about what causes us suffering in life, and I believe a lot of it has to do with hanging onto memories.