inSpirations and inSights on my pebbled garden path…
Oh, I am very weary, though tears no longer flow; my eyes are tired of weeping, my heart is sick of woe. --- Anne Bronte I am in a strange place. My highly sensitive (HSP) clouded brain lags behind the swift and monumental changes swirling around me. Three years of processing continual loss --- of …
Well, they may not be very mannerly --- inviting themselves along --- but they can be cheery company. I didn't plant tomatoes this year and had no intentions of doing so --- either before or after my early June trip to Scotland. My gardening enthusiasm this season was lost with Bess, knowing she would no …
Photos of Scotland appear like subdued, opalescent paintings to me. Yet, when viewing these strikingly beautiful landscapes in person, they are just as dream-like. Visiting Scotland a few weeks ago felt just as surreal in that I was finally fulfilling a lifelong dream...but learned early on that my beloved Ceilidh's Bess passed. As I …
Rain clouds help flowers grow. Why should life experiences be any different? Learning through Grief I began this post before the untimely loss of my best friend --- Bess my beloved 14 1/3 year old border collie. Acceptance soothes my broken heart when acknowledging this will happen to each and everyone of us …
wRighTing My Life 