What started as a blog to help me cope with feelings during my dying marriage, has turned into a lifeline that saves me, still. I hope you will find something appreciable in this potluck of mental musings. www.reasonwrites.wixsite.com/blog/
Sunday, January 23, 2022
Memories and Mom Smells
Learning. Growing. Changing.

Saturday, January 15, 2022
Mindful Eating, Seeking Balance
Change is hard, especially, it seems, when it comes to our health. I have spent too many years mired down by apathy and depression. Too many years spent fat and out of shape, emotional eating controlling my life. Then I read an article about balance. Those words, reaching through the muck and resonating with me in such a way—it made me unafraid to go ahead and make that change.
It’s early in the journey, just twelve days. Twelve days of clean, living, healthy food. No processed anything. No sugar. No red meat. Mindful eating, not subscribing to any diet or way of life and I feel fantastic! Maybe, finally, this is something I can stick with—that will stick with me. Delicious, organic, natural, healthy foods that nourish both body and soul...finding myself, finding balance.Peace.
Dave’s Killer Bread, organic tomato, pasture raised organic eggs and organic arugula. |
Italian Chopped Salad: romaine, radicchio, great northern beans, sun dried tomatoes, oil & vinegar, salt & pepper, red pepper flakes—HELLA GOOD!! |
Blueberry banana smoothie—frozen organic blueberries, 1/2 banana, a dollop of good honey & Greek honey yogurt, unsweetened almond milk |
This is my new organic superfood powder: turmeric, ashwagandha, ginger, cinnamon, lucuma and pepper powder. Good for de-stressing, inflammation and sleep. |
Taco bowls—organic romaine, organic tomatoes, fresh jalapeños, lime juice, corn, black beans, shredded chicken, a sprinkle of shredded jack and a dollop of salsa. *chef’s kiss* |
A Perfect Moment
A male house finch perched in a winter’s tree, atop the highest whisper thin branch. I could see his puffed up chest glowing red in the waning light of golden hour and I stilled in the moment. His solo song, heavenly and sweet broke the silence—a concert just for me, but then, a female joined him. He continued his song, me an accidental witness, watching the pair until they both took flight into that setting sun. My attempt at prose does it no justice. It was a perfect moment.
Wednesday, January 5, 2022
Chasing Rabbits
You can get lost chasing rabbits. I’ve done my time down the rabbit hole these many months seeking answers, seeking Truth. I have a curious mind. I ask questions. I listen to my gut—it’s never been wrong. I call it my Godspeak.