Sunday Scribblings #67 - Wedding

I got married on October 4, 2003.
Almost 5 years ago.

It was a candle-lit evening ceremony with a cocktail reception.
Sounds romantic?

It was an extremely stressful event.
I think it was the bounty of red wine that got me through it.

The whole marriage thing was full-on stress laden, really.
I love Paul, and I have no regrets about marrying him.

It's just that marriage meant an identity change.
And a deeply unconscious shift.
And a resentment.
Around what I thought my life would be,
and for whom I was spending oodles of time and money to please.

Our marriage happened at a very stressful time.
My father-in-law was dying.
I was anorexic.

But lessons came out of it.
Ones of love.
The love that saw us through hell.
And keeps us together today.

Sunday Scribblings #66 - Invitation

I'm
Not
Vacant
I
Think
A
Trickster
Interests
Only
Newbies

Sunday Scribblings #65 - Coffee

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Did you know that the kaufie bien is actually a seed? I didn't until I Wikipedia-ed coffey


Milk Meets Coffee
Photo Credit: Irene Muller

Without this seed-drink, I am headache-ridden.
It's not horrible, but I notice it.
Does that mean I'm addicted?

Ani DiFranco, in her song, Out of Habit, tells us that

".. the coffee is just water dressed in brown
beautiful but boring.."

Hmmm....that doesn't seem to be my experience.

Yet, I never did experience that "rush" or "buzz" that folks talk about.
But the headache thing makes me think that I am dependent on the stuff.
I guess I have a wee addiction.
If a wee addiction is possible.

I drink lattes primarily.
Which can get expensive.
But, the extra milk does me good since, being a vegetarian, I could use the extra protein.

Sunday Scribblings #64- Miracle

Miracle (by Olive)


This is not an original post. Instead I share with you these beautiful lyrics which form the basis for a Nia routine entitled "Miracle". Do they tempt you to find out more about Nia?


Deeper than deeper was my love for you
Sweeter than sweeter joy
Hoping that everyday
You can go your way
I cannot hold you down

Turning the situation ‘round a little more
Making it look like things are just fine
You can go your way
I shudder to think these words were mine

Touching a place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face
One way love would be a miracle
Touching a place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face at any rate
One way love would be a miracle

Dreamily passing by
The words sort of come and go
Wasting the time of day
I don’t know…
Don’t you smile that way
Smiling is all I’ve got left for you

You can go your way
You can go your way

Touching a place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face
One way love would be a miracle
Touching a place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face at any rate
One way love would be a miracle

One way love would be a miracle


The real miracle part of the whole thing is that i am here to make this post. This week, I had 2 separate publications printed which talked about my relationship to Nia and Bipolar Disorder.
They are here and here.

Thank goodness for inner wisdom!