I fell out of a chair and re-injured my ankle. The same ankle that’s been giving me grief for years and often flares up, leaving me limping and in pain. Let’s not discuss how it’s even possible to fall out of a chair while sitting. I’d like to think I have the grace and agility of a jungle cat but my kids have informed me it’s more akin to one of those fainting goats whose muscles freeze when in a state of stress resulting in them dropping straight to the ground with their helpless legs …
Take Time to Savor and Be Filled: A Grace Table Post
Sometimes I think my tastebuds have failed me. That in the midst of the everyday I have failed to savor. That the rush and appetites of my life have more to do with frantic filling than with letting the aroma of the good things settle on my tongue and linger. I bulge at the seams of this overstuffed pace. The frantic tyranny of what must be done. I have never found balance. I have lived a lopsided existence tilting full scale into whatever I’m passionate about at the moment, or halting the …
Bullet Journaling for the Flibbertigibbet
I know it's been awhile but I had a very serious case of my-lungs-do-not-work-because-so-many-things compounded by my asthma, which left me relatively incapacitated for a few months. I'm up and around now and my energy level is coming back slowly but the accumulation of things needing to be done over the past month has hit the roof, broken through, and seems to be pooling in my hallway. Apparently, things don't tend to get done unless you do them. Who knew? All in all, I’ve learned a lot …
