The white-blue spiral pulled me in, So mesmerizing like a portal inviting me to take that journey…
The question is…Where?
All that is missing is the yarn…My lack of attention has kept me from crocheting/knitting. I would love to knit a piece the combination of his eyes and skin.
Dinner, wine, cozy evening on a cold night. Black cat relaxation! After a few weeks of mild temperature in New Jersey, true winter has arrived. I thought waking up when it was dark and coming home when it was dark was the most of my issues. That wasn’t even a problem.
Having your phone tell you it is 22 degrees but feels like 0 degrees is not incentive to go to work. My Mozeley and Shinxley may look for food before I leave for work. But Mozeley is the one who hovers by when I am relaxing. (I know he is looking for treats, but humor me.)
The comfort of cats is golden.
Hello, readers. It has been awhile since I posted. Work has been busy the last two weeks. At the end of the day, all I could do was look at the television (my British television shows) instead of the computer. Now, I am full of energy and ready to write. (Funny that my first post would focus on sad feelings and the pain of letting go.)
The new year brings new hope and old feelings. I saved Henry Rollin’s quote on my Goodreads page in December. I liked it when I first read it. I came back to it this weekend as I sat at home pondering my future.
Even if you have been comfortable with being single, you still have moments where the pain of failed relationships surrounds your day. As a twice-divorced woman of fabulous 47, I reflect on these moments often. Grieving is the most difficult emotion for humans because you experience raw emotions.
Mr. Rollins’ quote sums up the pain perfectly. You have to acknowledge the pain to move forward. Here is to moving forward! Recognize the pain and let it guide you to make healthy decisions. His words will be my mantra for 2016.
On my mind this week: restarting my locs for the fifth time.
Growing Locs was my go-to site after my last “big chop.” Every time I cut my hair into a “teeny ween afro” (TWA), I have these romanticized versions of how my hair should be. The texture of my hair has changed since I first cut off my hair and went a natural 22 years ago. It is more accepting amongst my family and other members of our community since my first set of locs.