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…

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. …

September 2017:

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…

Unlearning: prompt

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. …

My Journey to becoming a Morning Person

First, let me qualify my definition of “Morning Person”. Since I retired in November 2020 — I have not set my alarm clock. Not once. Mornings that used to begin at 5 AM led me to hate everything about Mornings. For decades. But since I have been able to simply wake up when my body was ready to begin the day — I have found I truly enjoy Mornings.

I love the quiet of this time of day. I sip my coffee now, instead of throwing it back like it was medicine. Savoring…