As a former OR nurse, I just don’t see what the big deal is. I worked 40+ hours a week, in a mask. For most of my nursing career. With asthma.
It’s not like anyone is taking away our guns. Goddess Forbid!
I know for a fact masks work to prevent the transmission of our germs from one being to another. That’s why we wear them in operating rooms. Everywhere. Globally. Because they work.
We wear masks to protect our patients. For many days before any symptoms emerge— we are all carriers. Of anything we might ‘catch’. From the flu…
It’s not about vengeance after all
When I started looking deeper into the philosophies behind my yoga and meditation practice, I learned about Karma. The real and true meaning of the energy.
Karma is defined by Dictonary.com as:
the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences. Destiny or fate, following as effect from cause.
Karma can be immediate or take a long time to percolate. However, it is always neutral — just as destiny is neither good nor evil. It simply is. Karma doesn’t seek justice on…
For a very long time, one of my least favorite asanas was Warrior II. And while I didn’t love any of the other warriors — this one, in particular, made me groan audibly whenever one of my instructors asked my body to take the shape.
In yoga — we are asked to look hard at the asanas our body or mind dislikes. Something about being in these poses trigger our discomfort and they serve as potent reminders of the places we need to release, to heal, to grow.
The Warrior series grounds us, anchors us to Earth. They are poses…
Abe opened the door to find three people holding briefcases staring back at him.
They introduced themselves as representatives from child protective services. Isaac’s teacher had reported the rope burns on his wrists, apparently from his hiking trip into the mountains, with Dad.
Sarah listened as Abe explained to the social workers that God had commanded him to offer Isaac as a sacrifice.
Shortly thereafter, Sarah initiated divorce proceedings. She took Isaac and moved away. Abe was charged with child endangerment, however, due to the deterioration of his mental health, he was committed to an asylum rather than being jailed.
Closure. It’s something that we all think will make us feel better. It will help us deal with rejection or sit with grief when a relationship is lost.
But Life doesn’t always allow us to tie up our losses in neat little bundles that can be ‘put away’. Wrapped up in pretty paper with a ribbon and stowed away in the back of our memories. Done and dusted.
Whenever we are wounded — we seek a way out, a way past the pain. The deeper the cut, the more we struggle. …
I baked the man a cake. Not just any cake. A birthday cake. A lemon one. In a bundt cake pan — which I also had to purchase. Because the man I was seeing back in 2017 said he liked lemon cakes and a bundt cake was the first thing that came to mind. Once the thought was there — it wouldn’t leave.
I searched online for a recipe that didn’t sound too complicated or too horrible, because lemon is not a flavor I would ever eat on purpose, under normal circumstances. I don’t even put lemons (or…
Anubis had returned to Earth yet again. Apparently, Herself had a mission for him and She had sent him back in the form he most preferred. Anubis — God of Death — looked just like every other German Shepherd at the rescue center.
The family who rescued him — as Isis had so many millennia ago — would be under his care from this point forward. She-Who-Created-All-Things smiled as Anubis greeted his new family.
Anubis could sense Death among the Humans of this world. His new family had seen Death, up close and personal. This filled Anubis with compassion for…
For all of My Life, I hid behind my superb organizational and multitasking skills. I could juggle All. The. Things. and rarely missed a beat. Staying on top of everything in my world was my most deeply rooted coping mechanism. One I developed shortly after the death of my mother when I was a kid.
If I could just keep organized enough, stay busy enough — I could keep control of My Life. And perhaps, hopefully — nothing bad would ever happen to me again. …
Nearly fifty years ago, my mother died. I was twelve at the time — teetering on the brink of adolescence. But I still played with Barbie dolls. I lived in that no man’s land of emotional, physical, and psychological transition.
Enter Dennett. Also a Motherless Daughter. Someone who struggled with the very same issues I had back then. An emotionally distant father, sisters who couldn’t get away from their family of origin fast enough, a step-mother who wasn’t up to filling the shoes of our Real Mothers, and a black, dark void full of All. The. …
Self discovery in progress, stay tuned