I’m in the trenches over here trying to learn about self-compassion and how to ask for what I need. Having a conversation about things I need from others for my own emotional well-being takes my body to panic attack levels because past life experiences programmed me to believe my emotional needs make me weak. Unlearning is difficult.
This season is teaching me a little bit about gentle self-love and compassion.
I grew up calling Shannon “Mom” because that’s what Daddy and all his siblings called her. That’s what we, all of her grandchildren, called her. She died this year as the leaves of October peaked. I didn’t get to say goodbye or hold her soft hands or thank her for loving me or to whisper,Continue reading “Sweet as “Mom””
On February 14, 1992, I was sitting in my second-grade social studies class learning about Martin Luther King, Jr. and the 90-mile march from Selma to Birmingham when the infamous question preyed upon me. What side of history would I have been on? Today, in 2021, I cogitate why I didn’t interrogate my teachers more.Continue reading “What Side of History Am I On?”
The sun had not risen yet as I drove to work one random morning about a month ago. My mind was busy with all the day-to-day worries that I should hand over to God but have trouble doing because I’m human and because I’m fearful of losing control and of the unknown.
More of perspective than a story; ranting more than enlightening
Just playing around with the many ideas of “dirty laundry.”
Just some thoughts from my heart and brain.
Come swing with us.
When the heart is full of pain life feels more tender. Or maybe when the heart is more tender life is full of pain. Grief is as complex as a sunflower like the seeds of its center one memory developing the next. The heart longing for the yellow blossoms of light. Sometimes the heart missesContinue reading “Brave Heart”
I ascended the front porch steps and grabbed the science curriculum. I agreed to tutor my fifth grade nephew. His three brothers and he became homeschoolers in August out of necessity not choice. Their mother, my sister-in-law, is chronically ill. Her body may or may not survive the vaccine. Her body can’t risk COVID-19. WeContinue reading “Ghost Hugs”
Cardinal Confidence: A Passion Project 