Here’s to the close of 2011! I’m a long-time fan of Mr. Fred Rogers of the PBS series, Mister Roger’s Neighborhood. My good friend and neighbor gifted me with a book of his quotes for Christmas (thank you, Jen!). Even though it’s been years since I’ve seen a video episode displaying his magical, yet subtle…
Category Archives: Inspiration
My Ten
The ten statements above have been lifesavers for me. I live by them. When I was writing/designing the graphic above, it really hit me: these ideas are not that complicated—so why do we allow things in our lives that sap our energy? Really, think about it. Having MS means that energy is no longer something…
Never Give Up
Hi All, How was your month of October? I happened to come across this quote by Harriet Beecher Stowe and thought it worth sharing with y’all. I snapped the photo above one beautiful morning in October while I was filled with gratitude. When I arrived home, I spotted a sweet little patch of morning sun…
Perception Interrupted
G’day, greetings, and salutations. I hope as you view this post you find yourself smiling and content. I gave myself a dose of art therapy today with photos I snapped of flowers that have been in my home this summer, all gifts from dear people in my life. I adore the text I placed below…
Mountain Rests
I wrote this recent Haiku during a stormy patch in my day. Vertigo had my head spinning, my mind filled with my typical MS fog. The more frustrated I became, the faster my head spun. I moved to the floor, sat cross-legged, and sunk into meditation with Snatam Kaur on my stereo. Taking deep controlled…
Fury’s Peony
When I troll through the memory banks of my life, I sometimes ponder the rough patches. You know, the ones you wished had never happened. The pain of those rough spots surface when you can’t see through to the other side. When you’re in it. When you’re at sea and you have a hole in…
Savor
In a funk as the morning fog lingered into early afternoon, I sat wondering about life. The fog can seem a closet that won’t open. Claustrophobia. Haunting. Then… I feel a shift. This fog, my supposed nemesis, is merely sky reaching down to me. She’s nature giving me an ethereal kiss on the cheek. Again,…
Silence
Our lives become richer by our willingness to traverse walls. If our daily experiences were all rainbows and smiling faces, imagine how dull our lives would be. Really. Difficulty may not be fun or enjoyable at the time, but think back to the most challenging times in your life and put into perspective how those…
Your Shelter
Greetings, I have a love affair with all things cosmological. In fact, just last night I watched (again) another video episode of Cosmos—a thirteen-part TV series broadcast by PBS in 1980, hosted by my hero Carl Sagan. Yum. Much of my poetry plays with concepts involving the heavens and heavenly bodies. What could be a…