When I lived on a small island in British Columbia, I was surrounded by trees. The trouble with me was not that I didn’t see the forest for the trees. I was lost in not seeing the trees at all.
Love the one you’re with
February 13, 2012 By | 9 Comments
I sank into the massage table, every cell of me ready to be pummeled and coaxed into relaxation. Since this was my first visit to Russell I made sure to tell him I like a very deep massage. Placing his hands on my back, he said he knew why I liked it rough: my body felt like petrified wood.
Oh, that can’t be good.
Surrender
March 18, 2011 By | 6 Comments
The Wicked Witch of the West was so adamant in her demand that Dorothy surrender she wrote it in the sky for everyone in Oz to see. Sometimes I think I need that kind of public admonition to really get the two-by-four messages banging me between my eyebrows. For well on a month or so […]
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