Entanglement

Fifty-five feels good. Celebrating quietly—the beauty of Life, and the wondrous oneness of Source that flows through every living thing, brings me a peace that is indescribable.  I find, the more I verbally express my deepest, heartfelt gratitude for the birds that line my fence every morning waiting to be fed, for the bright warm sun, blue skies and cool breezes that embrace my being, for the earth beneath my feet, for the flowers blooming in my backyard, for every utterance of appreciation from the simplest trivialities to the major milestones—the more my soul is elevated, the more Love I feel, and the easier life becomes.  So, talk to the bee that lights on a dandelion. Tell the old oak tree in your yard how strong and beautiful she is. Smile up at the stars on a clear, cloudless night and wonder at the magnificence of it all. Walk barefoot in thick green grass and give thanks to Mother Earth for the gift of being here. Sit quietly with your face to the sun and listen when ...

I used to be a big, leap before you look, girl. It’s no big surprise then, that all my romantic relationships have been unsuccessful. After my last train wreck I said, no more, and I meant it. You see, I entered each love affair with the best of intentions, only to find that the man I thought I loved was someone else completely. Is it my defect of character that’s to blame, or do my exes bear at least some responsibility in the failure of the union? Well, it takes two to tango, so I’ll just leave it at that.        It took 49 years for me to realize that I am enough. I don’t need a companion to complete me. I wish I had learned this lesson in my 20’s. I could have avoided so much pain. Specifically, I would not have allowed myself to become a victim of violence at the hands of the man I loved. Please believe me when I tell you that if he lays hands on you even once in anger, he will do it again, no matter how sorry he claims to be. Love yourself enough to walk ...