Humor, Laughter, and Play
No matter how many times I read Anne Lamott’s quote about laughter, I still giggle. Laughter is bubbly. It’s a feel-good when things don’t feel so good. Laughter is a form of play.
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No matter how many times I read Anne Lamott’s quote about laughter, I still giggle. Laughter is bubbly. It’s a feel-good when things don’t feel so good. Laughter is a form of play.
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Getting through tough emotional situations can be challenging. There are days when you feel like you’ll never escape the emotional hurricane, and the overwhelm takes your breath away.
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I sit here, waiting on news about my boyfriend’s father in the emergency room at Starbucks – hot cocoa in hand. Living through a scenario that began last night, I’ve been through many times before with my parents. A coughing spell led to chest congestion that he swears he didn’t have. When he came close to falling last night, it became clear that at the age of ninety-one, a trip to the doctor would be in order.
Human Experiences Under Fire Read More »
Speak your feelings when situations occur rather than letting them rise like yeast in bread! The other person may not even notice what is happening with you – not intending to cause you any harm or anger – so, speaking up can quickly clear the air. If you’re hurt, say it. Don’t let it fester. Something else will happen, and then suddenly, there will be an emotional explosion!
Rest. Reset. Repeat. Read More »
I recently found a different way. The caregiving after-effects can run long and deep. Just when you think you’ve got it neatly tucked away, it whirls back up like a tornado. Perhaps it’s the 7th anniversary of mom passing, approaching along with the recent (and somewhat unpleasant) dealings of my brother’s estate when he passed late last year. Perhaps, it’s those little, tiny emotions that are tucked neatly in the back of my psyche that, even though I continue my practices, were still knocking. None of this was ruining my life, days, or decisions, but it was a constant, subtle, poke or prickle.