Interlude

Candles and tree

The den was dark by four. My mood fell slightly after. Solstice is on the way. Soon, the light returns, and with it, the hope that is most palpable as a new calendar is hung. For now, we just do the next thing we know to do. In the space between daytime chores and kitchen floors, I rest. Candles are lit. Tree lights glow. Matt Nathanson’s song, Little Victories, is on repeat. The puppy is wedged between my right hip and the arm of the chair while the cat glares from the long sofa. I remember to breathe, between sips of spiced rum and egg nog. Breathe. Breathe.

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Snapshots Of Gratitude – Healing

Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life. -Rumi
Comforting petsI have been ill all week, but am so grateful for a warm robe, and the comfort of my loving pets.

snowy rooftopsI awoke to a snowy morning, with a throat that barely hurts. I’m grateful for nature, and for healing.

Gratitude is a practice. A choice. Acknowledging the beauty amidst the dreary is a demonstration of courage. Keep on.

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The Moon For You

When we practice looking for the light in all things, we begin to trust it’s there, even when it’s not shining directly on us. -Sue Krebs

Moon photo by Steven Keenan

It’s been a dreadful week of illness, exhaustion, and loneliness. One of the things bringing me joy during distress is this photo my husband took of the moon on Tuesday. He sent the image in an email which read, “The moon for you.”

Looking for the light, looking for the good, and practicing gratitude have proven to be as effective medicines as the concoctions the doctor sent me home with yesterday. I am grateful for all things which help me heal.

Portend – Shame Triggers and Storms

Shame is the intensely painful feeling that we are unworthy of love and belonging. -Brené Brown

Oncoming storm cloud photo by steven keenan
A spreading warmth on your cheeks. Tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. The crushing chest pain of feeling unlovable. That’s shame. To recognize it, to anticipate it, to speak it- this is how we build resilience.

All of us experience shame. And shame is never going away. But if we can get familiar with how shame feels in and on our bodies, and know when we’re in it, that’s a great first step.

I know how shame feels in my body. It begins with a blow to the chest, then my stomach coils up. My shoulders shrug, my face turns down. There’s a weight on my back and a knot in my throat. It’s hard to speak without choking. The tears could fill a jar.

I know the messages shame whispers in my ear. It tells me to run and hide. To be silent. To disappear. It tells me I’m too much. It tells me I’m too little. It tells me I’m innately wrong, and because of this, I’ll never belong. Shame tells me no place is home.

Wow, just reading about shame evokes difficult feelings! It’s important to know shame, even if it makes us feel sick. Ignoring it, running from it, numbing it- these things don’t work with shame. This monster must be observed, full in the face.

While my resiliency journey still has me in the mire, I’m beginning to anticipate my shame storms. I am getting familiar with my triggers. The beast can be seen on the horizon. Although it can feel overwhelming to be so aware of shame and its effect in my life, I’m glad to be able to name the pain, and work to understand it. I am healing.

You can learn about shame, and how to become resilient to it on Brené Brown’s website.

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