Top Ten Tuesday was created by The Broke and the Bookish in June of 2010 and was moved to That Artsy Reader Girl in January 2018. It was born of a love of lists, a love of books, and a desire to bring bookish friends together. This week’s topic is “Non-Bookish Hobbies”. I thought this would be a really fun way to get to know each other beyond books!Continue reading “Top Ten Tuesday: Non-Bookish Hobbies”
I’ll admit, I’ve been lax in updating my blog lately. I miss writing here and all of you! So I decided to make a little reading/life update to keep everyone in the loop!Continue reading “Monthly Update: September!”
2020 has undeniably been a difficult year for everyone. Whether you’ve lost someone or been sick, whether you’ve been laid off or had to put plans on hold, had to take classes on zoom or graduate online, this pandemic’s effects have been far reaching.Continue reading “Arrested Development: What to Do When You Stop Growing.”
I have some very exciting news! We have a new member of our family!Continue reading “Momo Monday”
In modern times, the term self-care has become ubiquitous with treating oneself. And while we can all agree that the occasional pampering is healthy and beneficial, for some it’s not merely an indulgence, but a daily struggle. For those with a chronic illness or disability, self-care can be the difference between life and death.
For someone who can barely get out of bed, the idea of doing a face-mask or taking a bubble bath seems inconceivable, exhausting and frankly, absurd. How can you run a marathon when you can’t walk a mile? When you’re in survival mode, self-care needs to be about taking tiny steps, not giant bounds.
In a 2003 essay, Christine Miserandino coined the term “spoon theory”. Spoon theory “is a disability metaphor…used to explain the reduced amount of mental and physical energy available for activities of living and productive tasks that may result from” having a disability, chronic illness, autoimmune disease, or mental illness. (wiki)Continue reading “Self-Care for Survival.”
Last year, I waxed poetic about whether New Year’s resolutions were doomed to fail.
This year, I want to suggest we throw out resolutions entirely. Resolutions are so 2019; 2020 is all about Setting Your Intentions.
What’s the difference, you might ask? Well, Intentions focus on the process, while Resolutions focus on the outcome. If we vow to run a marathon, but only manage a half-marathon, instead of feeling pride for the strides we’ve made, we feel let-down. This year, why not take joy in our accomplishments instead?Continue reading “Setting Intentions for an Abundant New Year.”
Ahhh, the new year. A time, when we all collectively rush out to buy gym memberships we will use for a month and pay for for the next eleven. I’m completely guilty of rushing headlong into resolutions – like a bull charging a red cape. And surprise! – that cape continually gets yanked out of reach – until even looking at the color red makes me feel guilty and annoyed. Studies show that only 8% percent of people keep their resolutions, which begs the question: Are we doomed to fail?Continue reading “New Years Resolutions: Are We Doomed To Fail?”
Ezekiel Yusuf Moran is 99 years old. He has been many things in his near-century of life – a son, a farmer, a friend, a lover, a doctor, a husband, a father, a grandfather, a homeopath, a soldier and a French Résistance fighter. But most of all, Ezekiel has been a seeker. He seeks truth and the opportunity to speak his truth. He seeks communion – with his soul and spirit, with the natural world around him, with his friends and family. He seeks knowledge – from books, from people, from the world and from his own self.Continue reading “Ezekiel: A novel by John Fanning”
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
– Richard Siken, Scheherazade
We’re getting older. We’ve had our hearts broken. We’ve broken bones. We’ve bet on the wrong horse or man or woman. We made a poor investment along the way. We lost something important. We wasted time or money or energy on the wrong people. We’re all a little more fragile now, a little more careful. Curiosity is a trait we most associate with children or cats.
Not for us.
We tread the familiar paths.Continue reading “Dwelling in Discomfort”
In December of 2015, I’d just finished my 1-year teaching contract in Japan. Hungry for adventure, I set off on a one-month sojourn along the eastern Australian coastline with a Scotswoman, a Frenchman and a Canberra-native in a Britz campervan. (No, this isn’t the start of a joke). There were all the usual road-trip high-jinks – forgetting to latch the kitchen drawers before hitting the highway, being delayed when our window was shattered by a ride-on mower at a rest stop, dodging the occasional kangaroo crossing the road, jamming the back door when we accidentally shut a sweater in it, battling plague-like proportions of flies and never ending sand, having our drying towels pooped on by a wombat. You know – the usual things. #justaustraliathingsContinue reading “Would You Believe…Hanson?”