To Heal an Old Wound

To heal an old wound, one yet raw and painful to the touch even after all this time, even though a veneer made it appear sewn it together tightly- or so you thought. Perhaps never allowed the time to knit its edges back together with strong enough intentions all the while continually poking at it … More To Heal an Old Wound

Missing Pieces

I am curled up on the couch with Marley this Christmas Eve, Dan in his chair next to the fireplace. We’ve turned off the television and are enjoying the festive lights and relative quiet here in our Southside, Birmingham, neighborhood (other than the occasional fireworks). The comforting hiss of the gas fireplace accompanying the blessed … More Missing Pieces

Shards

There are times when my heart feels filled with shards of glass, glistening and beautiful, but painful to embrace. Sometimes it is too much to take in; the worry, the pain, the heavy responsibility. My brain freezes, numbing the pain, allowing my heart time to just be. Memories of what was and dreams- or perhaps … More Shards

Stairway to Heaven

Marley won’t go up to bed until she is absolutely sure that I am joining her, and she always stops mid way to be sure that I’m still right behind her. As I and my sweet girl headed up tonight, I smiled at the wonderfully comforting nightly routine, memories of other precious dogs who walked … More Stairway to Heaven

Marley-Tails: Upon Which a Mystery is Solved

Don’t let this angelic face fool you- this too-good-to-be-true loving dawg is an addict. Her drug of choice? Shiva’s cat food (and she’s possibly an adrenaline junkie, too, as she is certainly challenging fate by taking said food from the said Demon Seed..I mean, that takes guts, right? We found Shiva’s bowl wiped out a … More Marley-Tails: Upon Which a Mystery is Solved

On Freezing in Fall

I am yet again mired in one of my frozen phases, causing my ever-growing level of anxiety to go through the roof. By ‘frozen’ I mean that I cannot seem to focus or accomplish tasks that are normally ridiculously easy for any normal person to do. I feel frozen in place mentally; sometimes just writing … More On Freezing in Fall

Dueling Hearts

Sometimes I feel I have dueling hearts; One is wise and bows to every blessing, steeped in light and hope and joy. The other lives in shadows and memories, nostalgia for what could have been, worries for what might be. Each heart serves a purpose; one to remind me to honor the past, hold onto … More Dueling Hearts