Welcome to Following the Whispers blog

Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. 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. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.

“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

“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.” Theodore Roosevelt

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Insecure Writer's Support Group - May

It's time once again for Alex's Insecure Writer's Support Group www.alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com, a wonderful place where writers come together and share their experience, strength and hope with each other.

I almost feel like I don't belong here anymore. I am so disconnected from everything I've known in my life while I am caring for my twin grandbabies. I'm not writing. I'm not singing. I'm not dancing. I'm not with my friends. I am simply with these wonderful babies, loving and nurturing them as best I can. My husband realized that we only have three more weekends here with my son and his family before we head home and my heart and my arms are already aching.   So here's where my insecurity lies this month. Do I leave the very wonderful life hubby and I have built and move closer to our grandchildren or do we find a way to visit often? It's expensive to fly back and forth -I don't know how much we can do that. What I know for sure is that we want to be part of these babies lives for as long as we're around, and having just turned 69, who knows how long that will be. I'm not being morbid or negative here, just realistic. So we have a lot to think about when we get home. I'm feeling so pulled apart by this decision. And that's where I'm at, folks...
How about you?