Wonderings
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My little sister (blonde), and me, circa 1980. The ubiquitous Sears portrait session. I was 16, my sister 14. I think we look a bit “parentified”, and that’s because in a way, we were. Our mother was distracted or overwhelmed a lot. Mostly by our father, who frequently had suspicious “extracurricular activities” keeping him late
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The content reflects on personal evolution through life’s phases, the concept of “alters,” and the practice of creating altars for gratitude, inviting readers to share their own experiences and reflections on these themes.
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Take a small step. Focus on that & don’t worry about where you’re going. Each step is a valiant effort toward something new. Each step leads you from that which you no longer need. Once you’ve worn out the shoes, let them go and find a pair that fits the new version of yourself and
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While clearing out the basement of our mother’s house, I came across an index card with the inscription, “All’s well that ends well”. It was found wedged behind an old broken rusted bird feeder and a small well worn cardboard labeled “holiday ornaments”. The paper freckled with dark moldy dots lead me to believe it
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When everything falls apart, it’s easy to believe that you are at the “bottom”. However, you may just be standing on the precipice of a new and even better chapter of your life. A chapter that is yet to be written. Perhaps things need to deconstruct in order to reconstruct. It’s not easy, but reframing
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When you find yourself off-course and looking for your true purpose, the best thing to do is to remove yourself from the things, people and places that have begun to “define” who you are. It’s never good to get too comfortable and complacent with a version of yourself that is no longer in alignment with
Lost Art of Mystery 