Our Stories You might want to define yourself in terms of your “story” – what happened to you in your childhood, what is happening to you right now, who is causing you pain. The more you tell your “story,” the less empathy you will receive from those around
Just for now I can allow myself to just be here. Just for now I don’t have to fix, save, rescue anyone else. Just for now I don’t have to do anything except breathe. And as I breathe, I surround myself
There are people from our past who have hurt us in many different ways. Some of those people might be our parents, who may have done the best they knew how to do. Although we want to forgive them, we wish we could tell them how they hurt us, but
The Paint Brush There once was a brush, all bristly and new Who wondered about all the things she would do. She’d paint the skies red. She’d color seas green. She’d become the best brush that had ever been seen. She flittered about
Dearest G-d, Please grant me the serenity to shut off my mind, with its need to accomplish, plan, finish, produce…. To allow for the flow of Your Guidance to lead me. Please help me rest in the comfort of Your Presence and Support and remember that right timing is
There once was a lady who thought she was crazy Her life seemed so dreadful and horrid. Her head in a whirl, instead of a curl, Was a “D” in the middle of her forehead. Her work load oppressive, obligations excessive, Her life felt just out
(I wrote this in the form of a prayer and gave to to my husband and our attorneys on the day we were in court to finalize our divorce after 30 years of marriage. It set the tone for the future I hoped to share, and I offer it
I pray for a peaceful and respectful settlement meeting, in which all parties come together from their Highest Selves and their truest connection to Your guidance, wisdom and love. I pray that the parts of ourselves that are angry, fearful, defensive, revengeful, retributive, punitive, unloving, unforgiving, sad, young, abandoned, resentful,
Being Me There’s no book that I have to write and nothing more to do at night. No chocolate binge nor appetite, I’m busy being me. I need not worry, pine or fret of things I may at times forget or
Turning Point I turn away from childish things – of fairy-tales and puppy dog wings. Of holding on to a dream long gone, or a hope that vanished when I was young. I turn away from a plan awry No longer afraid,