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Saturday, January 31, 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
If you'll recall, his time tlast year I was struggling to get through the Mandala prompts. And as recent posts relay, I'm still working to complete the 31 prompts. Number 24 (Desire here I come.) I was also frustrated over the sounds of silence from a particular person. Later in the year I lamented over the loss of a friend.. The friend and a particular person, same.
Going back to January two years ago, my dad had died the previous September, it was cold and well, There is much going around these parts, most of which I have yet to truly wrap around my head and wear it brightly. I'm worried about a some friends. I'm distressed over job, work issues. I'm fearful for my mom. I am harried, heckled, haunted, and hounded much.
I ended post on a positive tip, trying to walk toward the very faint flow at the end of the tunnel.
Well, that light was doused when my mother died within a month of that post.
And now, looking back over 2013 and 2014 combined there were certainly more low points than high Despite my determination to find that silver lining around every single dark cloud; I tried to keep my spirits high, the creativity flowing, and life moving forward.
More than anything I tried mighty hard not to wallow.
Some days I wallowed. Some days I wallow, still. .
Yet, I look back to look forward; to finish what I start, to create opportunities to c-r-e-a-t-e to embrace my memories, to be present and to rev the engine as needed.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Thus, my involvement with letter writing campaigns. Combine letter writing with a cause close to my heart, opportunities to up-lift and / or enlighten and I am all in
Like writing letters? Think about joining Girls Love Mail. It is great fun and a fantastic cause.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015
Last January I was given a gift. And here I am this January submitting the twenty-third of 31 (well, 32--there was a bonus)prompts. I was well beyond January 2014 when I thought I was ready to tackle prompt number twenty-three. I was wrong many times over.
And while it was (IS) acceptable to skip over, to move on, I couldn't. And even as I have not completed the assignment I still feel stuck or maybe conflicted.
Trust, that which has been placed in others, has proven quite the jagged journey leaving me ragged rather than rugged--some days.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Monday, January 05, 2015
Nothing says "Happy New Year" like cuddling up with your long haired orange tabby and having said tabby sneeze in your face. Wiping cat snot off one's glasses at 4 in the morning is the pinnacle of woo-hoo, let me tell ya.
Or, in other words, business (and beginnings of days) as usual. Buttah, the catdog, is ramping up his campaign to be top pet. That, and the colder weather drives him (and his elusive brother, Pete) in my room more often these days, causing the pooch's anxiety level to rise.
The day proceeded apace with the usual things happening at pretty much the usual time for Friday was a workday; the shift filled with explaining to various patients why they owe what they owe, what their insurance didn't cover and in some cases, why. And, talking with insurance companies to follow-up on non-payments, providing the necessary information so they claims may be reconsidered. And reconciling accounts, applying credits to debits and sending out statements.
And then, it was time to come home where the pooch, long-haired orange tabby and is ever elusive brother wait to be tended.
Playing behind the scenes of the business as usual days are the other things; books to read, things to do, stuff to get, music (ear worms, like the themes to TV shows, I'll spare you which) 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th quarter goals and / or projects and words, and images. Words and images. Words and images, popping in and out of my mind.