The Garden is my Sensei. I learn all important lessons in the garden, and I forget them there as well. And every season comes around again to remind me what I have forgotten.
This past weekend I celebrated 365 days—one full year—of getting up every morning and having a “first things first” ritual of morning meditation, journaling, prayer and yoga/*stretch. *There are some days, ( I have fibro) where the stretch part isn’t much more then bending the parts that will bend, but the commitment to movement, and taking “Action” is still part… Read More
Last night I fired my best friend’s daughter. (We’re still best friends and I adore her daughter.) I also shouted across a crowded room for my prop mistress to hurry up and get over here (rudely) and pissed her off to no end, causing her inquire, (not in a loving tone) about my seemingly relentless anxiety issues. I kicked another… Read More