Not everyone is so lucky that have a mom in heaven who sends them prank YouTube videos.
The goal is not to repress what the heart is stirred to express (hopes, losses, despairs, longings) but rather to hold it all in love….and then release.
In hindsight I have so many questions for my former self. Why did you, former Sarah, take so long to start writing? Why didn’t you start using anti-aging face cream sooner? And why oh why did you sit in that suffering place for so damn long?
Tomorrow will mark a year since I sang a song for my mother, an experience that still gives me goosebumps. Everything about that experience was infused with loving grace. I’m writing another post for tomorrow, but in the meantime I thought I’d share that post from last year.
2016 WENT LOW BUT WE WILL GO HIGH! Yesterday I started a list lessons from the little bastard teacher that was… Read more A list of 20 things I am grateful for from the hell that was 2016
I have decided to take the high road with 2016. I’m done whining. Here is my attempt to make peace… Read more A list of 20.16 gifts from the year 2016. No for real, I’m done bashing 2016. (For the moment.)
The neighbor’s pine tree was removed today. It stood several inches away from our property line. But it felt like my tree. The… Read more The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)
I started this blog a little more than a year ago and so much has changed in that time. I… Read more A year later: broken open but not broken
My mom was 43 years old the day that she listened to the voice. Five years older than I am as… Read more Choosing to Dance: My Mother’s Breast Cancer Story
Today has been melancholy. Blah. So MONDAY-ish. Maybe it was the return to work after a great day at the… Read more Squirrels, diiiiiings and a cause for celebration!