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I’m scheduled to have a sonogram done on my boy-bits in a couple hours. That will reveal what’s been the anxious focus of a lot of my attention lately
Sober
Living through doubt and regularly kicking the sh*t out of myself has no place in a practice of radical soul-saving love. Thirty-six years of alcoholic self-abuse ends today.
Funny timing for this question. . . Yesterday, I lost my third honeybee swarm from the Valley apiary (the “good” colonies) due to a scheduled shift at my unfulfilling retail job in the beltway. Being that I work for an organic grocery, there are triggers everywhere – bees in our marketing and printed on our bags, images of bees on many and various product packaging, honeybee themed tattoos slather our clientele. It was like the universe laughing at me, whittling away gratitude to a pape...
Funny timing for this question. . . Yesterday, I lost my third honeybee swarm from the Valley apiary (the “good” colonies) due to a scheduled shift at my unfulfilling retail job in the beltway. Being that I work for an organic grocery, there are triggers everywhere – bees in our marketing and printed on our bags, images of bees on many and various product packaging, honeybee themed tattoos slather our clientele. It was like the universe laughing at me, whittling away gratitude to a paper-thin veneer. What kills me is the irony that our mission statement at MOM’s Organic Market is to “protect and restore the (natural) environment” and it has interrupted me doing my part for the second season in a row. Let this stand as my note-to-self to request off for the entire month of April, 2022!
To share I’m not always confident that what I share does matter and maybe whatever doubt I have about it ought not concern me, either
Release; to relinquish the ideas and expectations of how life ought to be going.
What does grief have to teach me?
Daddy Dean’s Family Five: ∙ Inspire trust ∙ Cultivate respect ∙ Foster responsibility ∙ Instill discipline ∙ Enforce boundaries
LOL, “Bits” will make a wonderful name for a pet! Perhaps someday, Toni
“for a good time call. . . ” I’m only here for the LOLz
It’s a labor of love, Pilgrim, and I’m not so sure I have the capacity to love it anymore. Recently, it’s been more frustration than anything. Here’s hoping we hear from HollyinOhio (wow! alliteration much?), a fellow beekeeping enthusiast.
Of all my attachments that I’ve worked diligently to overcome, relationships are most challenging. Wishing you peace and serenity, Michele.
I’ve often said that “Fear repels. Love attracts.” Each has its part in moving us along on our journey
I believe I can live into this metaphor and I’ll quote you here when my witches refer to me as “Dolphin Dean”, as they’re apt to do: The “dolphin”- the one that comes along side and does not leave.
It’s the call that I miss. I’ve never been called Where love attracts and fear repels I’ve been prompted, prodded, poked. . . always pushed to action and never pulled.
“The jumble in our houses and our calendars equates to a jumble in our minds.” I’ve said this many times to those I share space with: “the chaos and clutter in this room, house, etc is a direct reflection of the clutter and chaos inside me” and I cannot live this way. . . .but, apparently, they can
Thank you, Holly. I’m not sure it’s loss or just a general spiritual malnourishment. I’ve been feeling kind of at odds with just about every community for which I am involved, currently (which means it’s me and not them) and there’s a growing urge to withdraw and reassess. Thank you for the encouragement.
“I sat with my anger long enough, until she told me her real name was grief”
No one is ever truly lost who we carry within our hearts. I’ve heard grief called “love that survives beyond death” and I think it might have to do with an expansive relationship to the past and those who occupy that space beyond the temporal horizon, those who are gone from our sight still influence who we are and how we experience the here and now. I cannot continue with that surviving love bound up in regret. I’m not sure, but it’s a place within my own heart where I’m ill at p...
No one is ever truly lost who we carry within our hearts. I’ve heard grief called “love that survives beyond death” and I think it might have to do with an expansive relationship to the past and those who occupy that space beyond the temporal horizon, those who are gone from our sight still influence who we are and how we experience the here and now. I cannot continue with that surviving love bound up in regret. I’m not sure, but it’s a place within my own heart where I’m ill at peace. I always appreciate your insights, Michele.
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