There’s been a rather lengthy conversation come after my Walking With Ghosts story, which mostly didn’t really have anything to do with me, so I’ve just watched it unfold. Towards the end somebody mentioned the book the Te of Piglet. I too read it ages ago, I too like the Tao of Pooh much better. … More Day 75 – the virtue of the small
This one’s for you mama…. My mom spent her working years as a nurse. A member of that noble-hearted profession of caregivers, nurturers, comforters of the ailing. My mother also has a rather warped sense of humour. To this day, if you ask her how my dad broke his toe (something that happened well over … More Day 72 – Florence Frickin’ Nightingale
After all my rest and peace yesterday – it took ’til darkness fell before I had the capacity to stay awake for more than an hour, and still I slept for 12 hrs when I did go to bed – woke up this morning snarly. I’m just plain mad, and angry – okay angry is … More Day 70 – frickin’ vulnerability
So, my first attempt to do sitting meditation since I said it was such a good idea to get back to it on Day 56 didn’t go well. In part because the mosquitos attacking the only exposed skin of my face as I sat outside in the dusk wrapped in a blanket were detracting from … More Day 58 – she lost her focus
Well, like a marathon runner who crosses the finish line and immediately collapses, after pushing through to make the 10,000 views party happen, I have crashed …hard.
Valerie Roney 