I’ve been thinking about body image a lot lately, along with a question that keeps bubbling to the surface of my mind. I want to ask every woman I meet (all those who identify as women)–
How old were you when your body got hijacked?
Maybe this didn’t happen to you, but I think many females in our society have a similar experience. First, there was your Age of Innocence. You were a child, with a body, and you were just basically You. You lived mostly in the present moment, you played and laughed and cried and slept and didn’t really think about having a body. It just Was.
And then, something happened– Continue reading
It’s been since January that I last blogged??? Time flies!
The truth is, I’ve been waiting to blog, putting it on the back-burner while the whole pot of me simmers. I’ve been doing so much work on feelings and self-transformation, tons and tons of therapy, learning about myself, and letting all of it soak in and gel. A lot of changes going on for me, many of them internal but big, nonetheless. And the time is coming– soon I think– for me to write about them.
But for now, I’ll share a recent poem that touches on some of my stuff. And I’m sending you my love, too– it’s been a tough year with a lot of tragedy and turmoil. Let’s all hang in there.
Falling in Love…
I am thinking a lot about forks lately. Not the eating utensil kind (though I have been wondering where the heck ours have been going… thrown in the garbage? Under someone’s bed?), but as I’m Waking Up in my own life, I’m looking at the forks in my day. I’m discovering there are a LOT.
The kind of forks I’m talking about are the proverbial Forks-in-the-Road. If you prefer to be more plain about it, they are the myriad Choices we make in a day. It’s like living in a Choose Your Own Adventure story (remember those?). Whatever words you put to it, I’m finding that there’s a lot of power in becoming aware of these moments of choice– it can be rather daunting too, because when you discover that you are indeed choosing your own adventure, well, who is there to blame for your choices?
Who chose this path? Um, that would be, Me. (gulp) Continue reading
So, that was a year. Quite a year, indeed.
I’m sitting here in the waning hours of 2015, looking back at a most momentous year of change, upheaval, growth, pain, joy, discovery and transformation. Even though I lived through it, I can hardly believe all that happened. The year opened rather darkly, with Bob moving out into an apartment on an Awful-Awful day in the continuing saga of the divorce he’d asked me for.