Tag: quality of life
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100 Walks
While living solo, I find it difficult to hold myself accountable to the intricate, daily habits that enhance my life. I’m still seeing Dr. Jason, so optimum health is at the forefront of my mind this year. During our July visit, my Bioenergetic readings were all good and he couldn’t find anything nutritionally my body…
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Listening to How We Live
During the month of July, I practiced being present and spent time listening to my surroundings. One morning I was sitting at my desk and realized that the dogs spend their days listening. They hear that soft ‘click’, when I close my laptop and I think that’s a good thing for all of us. It…
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A Peaceful Life
We signed the lease for this little house mid-December 2017, at the very end of my Breast Cancer journey. It was a space for healing and almost a decade later, it still is. In 30 years time, I lived in 13 different houses. During my marriage a move was always related to my husbands job,…
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Ritual
Recently, I’ve become healthily obsessed with Tim Timmons and am reading his new book, “Waking Up Again”. There’s a question in the book that he’ll ask people to get to know them better and I’ve been seeking answers to it all week. Here’s the question: “What shaped you?” In other words, what are some of…
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Give It Time
Another female Cardinal has chosen the wrought iron hanger to build her nest. The Asparagus Fern is still sitting in the hanger, even though I thought about replacing it with something that blooms. I stepped outside with the doggos to investigate further. This week, I noticed the fern jiggling while standing at the kitchen window,…
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Try Again
I just returned home from my friends house, Lady A, to take care of her flowers while she’s away. It’s an honor to be asked to care for someone else’s domain. It makes my heart happy to purchase a plant and watch it thrive, while knowing full well, I had purchased the same plant a…
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On Friday’s
A few months ago, when they first became available, I purchased a cherry tomato plant. It’s done well, but I feel sorry for it because it hasn’t had a chance to mass produce. Every time a tomato turns red, I pluck it from the vine, wipe it with my shirt and eat it. I’ve been…
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Farmer Meets Fixer
This week, I was talking with my daughter and we were whining about the arrival of heat and humidity in Texas. I don’t complain often, but when I do it’s to my daughter because she’ll make me laugh about it, or she’ll straighten me out. I didn’t venture outside much in May and when June…
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The Long Run
Today is trash day and there’s a rug folded up in the trash bin that has been with me since I lived in Florida some 30 years ago. I really didn’t see that coming. I find it highly amusing when a minor catastrophe can refine your life for the better. Last week, both dogs had…
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Fountain of Wisdom
His back door opens earlier than the normal 10:00am. Occasionally it opens as early as 8:00 am and you can find him standing on his deck, holding the side rail as if assessing the new day. I smile seeing him standing outside this early. I don’t worry about Mr. Mike anymore because he let a…
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Let Life Flow
My daughter and her boyfriend came to visit and we spent the entire afternoon together. A year ago, or even less, I would have planned a feast with some of their favorite foods, but it was kind of spur of the moment and all I had was a fridge full of vegetables, so I decided…
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Prepare the Mind
I learned quickly that the homemade hummus doesn’t stay fresh nearly as long as store bought because there’s no preservatives. I cut the recipe in half to make a smaller batch that could be eaten within 3 to 5 days and I’m still enjoying my morning smoothie and the occasional London Fog. Last Wednesday, I…
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The Little Guy
Since posting about letting my hair grow, Dwight, over at Faded Jeans Living and I have been sending each other Marco Polos each week. It’s fun as we encourage one another and we laugh together over our own missteps, or at each other! Recently, he was picking on me for calling my new Internet modem,…
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Faith Like Wildflowers
I’m still enjoying ironing, but I may have become overly ambitious. I bought a pair of cargo pants made from an almost silky fabric, so they’re very flowy, but the pockets…my gosh…caused flashbacks of the red, ruffled shirt mentioned here. I ironed them, but afterwards thought…you might be visiting the cleaners. At this stage of…
