I have a saying which irritates the teens in my life. It goes like this. “That’s an interesting story you are telling yourself.” Our stories are who we are… and they powerfully influence our actions and wellbeing. It turns out I’m telling myself some unhealthy stories too, and it’s time for some new ones.
Future-me is not going to be pleased when all she can fit into are pants with elasticated waists. It’s time for Current-me to take some action.
I am nebulous A fistful of dreams As wispy as air Rising like steam I am the salt On a sea breeze Cascading over rocks With thunderous ease I hover in the sound of crickets at night Linger in the palette of day’s ending light I rise on the roar ofContinue reading “Thought Rising”
If ever there was a time to use the word discombobulated, this is it. It’s been a long and unsettling summer but just as the air clears from the ravaging bush fires and Autumn touches her umber paint brush to the leaves on the trees, we find ourselves, yet again, in a surreal world forContinue reading “Just a bit discombobulated!”