This is for you. And you. It’s a new year; a time to reflect. In reflection, may you see yourself more clearly. Peace. “This is for the one who has found her way, and the one who is still searching. For the one who counts her blessings, and who is a blessing to others. This is for the dreamer, and the dancer, and the music maker. For the ones brave

Because I can’t stop watching. So much goodness. ‘But if you’d hold my hand and we’d look to the sky…I think that there’s a chance we could once again feel alive’… Yeah.

There is a MonSter inside of me. It was there…even many years ago. Back then, I didn’t know what it was. It didn’t have a name. And it barely had a presence…just a whisper. Then one day, almost 8 years ago, it spoke aloud. To me. One day I woke up, and one of my legs didn’t. Like…it was still asleep. And it stayed that way for six months or

Because sometimes what you need is a smile…

‘Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there?’ Lucy Maud Montgomery from Anne of Green Gables

…because Shel Silverstein is a genius.

This was going to be a story of heartbreak. Because I happen to have one. Right now. It’s fresh and it’s raw and it feels awful and it’s so…present…in my mind and in my body. It seems like all I can feel right now. So I decided to write about it. But. Today as I was trying to find time and the inclination to begin, I was reminded of something.

‘You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go. You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes

(Or How a Warning Light Is Actually Sometimes a Wakeup Call) A flat. Rats. Not so many weeks ago, I was driving down the road, and I noticed a little warning light on the dash of my car. Well, in full disclosure, I discovered what I described as ‘an exclamation mark in a triangle’. And someone gently asked me ‘you mean a warning light’? Umm…yes. That’s exactly what I mean.

  Standing in the kitchen; frozen in one spot. Dish towel in hand. Big, loud, messy tears. ‘Will you be home when you arrive…’ Just beautiful.