Life is Good . . . And Then It’s Not
I’ve always loved the Life Is Good® enterprise. Founded in 1994 by two brothers, this extremely successful company sells optimism in the form of t-shirts, hats, mugs, and a plethora of other paraphernalia with their trademarked slogan . . . Life Is Good. In fact, one of the subtitles on their internet page (www.lifeisgood.com –…
Broken and Whole: Wisdom from a Little Irish Egg Cup
I was born and spent the first four years of my childhood in Ireland before emigrating to the United States with my family just over fifty-two years ago. Unfortunately, I have very few memories of those early years of my life and if truth be told, feel more American than Irish. However,…
It’s Not Fair!
“It’s not fair!” apparently has multiple uses and shows up in all kinds of unexpected places – at bedtime, at dinnertime, at times when it appears that his brother receives anything slightly different from what he has, and, one of my personal favorites, when we’re stuck at a red light and can’t get moving to…
Back in the Saddle
Riding a bicycle has always been something I’ve loved. As a child, jumping onto my bike – complete with its banana seat and handle bars with streamers flying out of them – provided me such a sense of freedom. As soon as I started turning the pedals over, my world opened up ahead of me,…
Sunlight and Shadows
So I’ve been thinking a lot lately about time and moments – about how much we (or at least I) cling to the importance of conceptualizing, or maybe compartmentalizing, our lives into bits and pieces that make sense to us. In some ways, it’s as if we’re obsessed with the notion of breaking our lives…
Cry, Rage, Rest . . . Repeat
So . . . Grief . . . still in it, still learning so much in the midst of it, and still needing to write about it. My thoughts last night turned to the cyclical nature of where I am in my grief at the moment. You see, as a psychotherapist (and as a human…
Living at the Edge
I guess I’ve always known on some level that life can change in an instant, but the thought was always one I kept off to the side of my existence. Choosing, instead, the comfortable illusion of safety, of stability, I went about my life pretty much ignoring the fact that I was walking along an…
Tears . . .
It’s a week or so after my last blog post (Rebirth), and for anyone wondering . . . yes, I’m still here in the storm; and part of that tempest includes sorrow – with tears falling all around me. So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking – and writing – about tears. What are…