Coming Home, Part 2

Here we are, the last day of November in this funny-in-the-not-funny-kinda-way year. The last day of this year’s Nano Poblano. Standing atop the hill, looking back at the path that was blazed. Proud of us, all of us, however we did it – whether it was one day, many days, or the whole 30 days….

Weekend Coffee Share

Hello, friend. If we were having coffee right now, I’m sure we’d be diving into the intricate details of our souls – it feels so necessary right now. There’s longing, dreaming, wishes to make plans for the future again, but uncertainty still looms in our lives for a while longer. This year has shown many…

To Get Lost

There’s a feeling I miss, the feeling of happily getting lost. It comes with being in a new area, city, country, the sense of wandering without an aim. To fall into the details of a place that isn’t known to you. This year it’s been nature that I’ve got lost in, which I love, but…

Early (Christmas) Sparkle

Yep, couldn’t wait any longer. Earlier in the month, the boy said he would be okay with the Christmas decorations going up on the last weekend of the month – and I didn’t forget. It’s a first, traditionally we’ve always waited until at least December, but this year needs all the joy it can get….

Wonky

Things are wonky right now, in the collective. We’ve been doing this living through a pandemic thing for a while now, and it’s easy to see the tiredness. The weight of the loss gets heavier each week. Looking for and appreciating the joys has been a necessary pursuit throughout this upside down time, yet never…

Cley next the Sea

In September, which feels so long ago – and yet, in this year, also not long ago – we went to one of our happy places. For a week, at the end of the month, we camped under the Norfolk skies. It was a week of all kinds of weather, including gale force wind and…

Sister, Sister

A love letter, blog style, to one of the biggest lights in my life. There’s a line in How Deep is your Love – yes, still obsessed – that goes, ‘You’re the light in my deepest, darkest hour’, and she is. I open like a book that has fallen to the floor, easily, effortlessly revealing…

Down the Path

This week saw some difficult things bubble up to the surface in therapy. Drastically disturbing the seabed, and a lot is getting stirred up. It makes me think about the ways in which we may brush things aside or gloss over them. There are some things that are more important than I once believed they…

My Deafness

Whenever I write about deafness, I feel like I must write a disclaimer. Since posting yesterday’s post, it has gone over in my head many times. The thing is, the variety of the deaf experience means that my experience is not the same for others, and vice versa. We experience many of the same daily…

Love through the Storm

The season I’m in is one that concerns the soul. It’s a returning. I’m well versed, it’s a chapter I’ve thumbed through many times over. Old lessons and affirmations are hitting in a different way, my heart’s receptive and soft to life; the numbness it wore like a shield has melted. Living with a cancer…