In which breakdowns are contagious, and a poem describes the utter isolation of depression.
Who knew what I’d find inside my scary green box?
In which I hit bottom….again.
Here’s a light bit of whimsy with a useful lesson hidden inside.
Thank you to all my well-wishers and a funny birthday song to share with your friends.
In this third article, I discuss the impact of accumulated grief and ageing — a heavy combination.
This poem could accompany my third Turn, Turn,Turn post: A Time to Plant and a Time to Uproot.
The body knows things that the mind can’t stomach.
This is what my body did to rescue me.
This poem accompanies my blog article, “A Time to be Born and a Time to Die”.
Written to make myself smile during a hard time.
This is one of my personal favorites. I was inspired by this quotation from Robert Browning:
“We mortals cross the ocean of the world, each in his own average cabin of a life.”