I’ve been missing inaction (not a typo – a confession). I haven’t written here since March – partly because for months I’ve been Living Butt First. A dear friend introduced this concept to me, and it perfectly explains how I got lost and distracted from blogging (and many other things).
Some will think this story extremely bizarre, and I’m right with you on that. Some will find this story describes an ongoing struggle they’ve lived with for years, and I’m right with you on that, too. In preparation for moving from a very large house to a very small one, I’ve been cleaning out drawers,... Continue Reading →
“I don’t have time.” “Of course you don’t. No one has time. Time isn’t something you can have. Time is just where you are.” Events conspired last night to bring me here, where I sit and actually withdraw thoughts out of my mind and deposit them on the page. In truth, I would rather think... Continue Reading →