I'm exhausted. No matter how I sleep at night, I'm tired the next day. I just think that worrying about someone extremely close to me who is struggling right now, deliberating about whether to have total knee replacement surgery this year or try to wait a few years, agonizing when the writing doesn't come, and still acclimating to this "retired" state, have all taken a toll. It's time for a retreat.
I love retreats. Each time I've done one, I come back refreshed and renewed. Now I just have to figure out when and where. And whether I want to go alone, or with a treasured girlfriend. And when I don't have Sugartime gigls planned. But a retreat is definitely just the thing. In fact, I feel lighter just realizing that's what I need. Hmmm. Maybe I can make little mini-retreats a part of each day. Yes, that's the ticket. I will turn off the computer, not answer the phone, light a candle, make a cup of tea, take my special journal and pen, and just be. Ooooh, sounds so delicious, I'll see ya all later.
Oh, oh, oh, I almost forgot. Please take a few minutes to visit Helen Ginger's blog:http://straightfromhel.blogspot.com/. She was kind enough to review my memoir, Following the Whispers and it should be on Straightfromhel Thursday, 5/19. If you haven't visited Helen before, you are missing a great blog and a fabulous blogger. Helen is a true gift to writers from any genre.
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Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here on Monday and Tuesday. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair.
"ONLY ONE THING IS MORE FRIGHTENING THAN SPEAKING YOUR TRUTH, AND THAT IS NOT SPEAKING IT." Naomi Wolf
"We are called human beings, not human doings."
Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
"The way to do is to be."
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs..(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly."