#SoCS: Endings and Beginnings

You may have noticed that I haven’t been hanging around the blogosphere much in the last three weeks. Or perhaps you didn’t, but no matter. I’m still here. My roomie, Natasha, has moved to a place of her own, which involved far more important business than writing about cat cries and bike rides. For perhaps ten days to two weeks, it was a mad rush for Natasha to pack up her many things and bring our separation to completion. IRead more

SoCS: An Acceptable Medium

This past week has fallen in the middle. Somewhere between a sad low and peaceful, playful highs. In the medium category. This past Monday, my beloved fur baby and Queen of the castle, Ziva, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She had kidney failure of the kind that could not be fixed and I was not going to let her suffer. So, I let her go, sobbed my heart out, and began to fill the hole with pieces of fond memoriesRead more

An Isolationist’s Gratitudes

Prior to social distancing at home, I had been keeping a daily gratitude journal. It was birthed in May of 2019 and except for a few weeks where it became a weekly gratitude journal, I’ve kept it up. Now, as my isolationism runs steady, it’s important to continue – to find gratitude for what I have rather than what I do not have. So, I am going to share my top ten thoughts of gratitude from the past month. OrganicRead more

Pen Thievery

“It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.” ~George Washington~ I cannot tell a lie. I must offer a confession. A pen and pencil thief am I. I’m not sure how it happened. Was it consciously or did an inner darkness find its way to my soul? I cannot tell you when this started, but pen thievery has been in my blood for a number of years. It may have started with a work pen that inadvertentlyRead more

One Liner Motion

“To me, if life boils down to one thing, it’s movement. To live is to keep moving.” ~Jerry Seinfeld~ I tell my chiropractor and massage therapist a version of this often. My goal is to physically keep moving. Except when I’m sleeping. Or on a Saturday morning when a cat and cup of coffee resist the urge. But still… I desire to keep moving. Moving toward new adventures. Engaging in a healthy lifestyle. Wrapping myself in emotional health. Pushing limitsRead more