The weight of the wait

“At times life seems an enormous waiting room with no destination, in which some walk stiffly to and fro, waiting for the pain to stop. Others wait for something good to happen. Still others fear that something bad will begin. The driven plan while they wait. I am each of them. It is such a…

Looking for kismet? It’s in my filing cabinet.

It is amazing how long it can take to clear out the remnants of a former life. It is more remarkable that you find you are clearing out remnants of your former self. As you clear out physical items you no longer need, you realize you have also cleared out pieces of yourself that are…

Finding sway

People in this world are either branch or trunk. Yes, I am vastly oversimplifying. Bear with me. I used to be a branch type of gal. Creative, growth-oriented, swaying in the breeze but firmly anchored. When young and single, my trunk was my family of origin—namely my mom and dad. They were stable, oh so…

It does not feel right . . .

I saw a purple couch being moved into my neighbor’s house this afternoon. Purple. The most recent inhabitants of this house, Hugh and his lovely wife Doris, would have had a fit. Having lived in that house since it was built, they had a certain vision for what it should look like. And purple couches…