I Love My Body Enough...

 I love my body enough.

Some General, Gentle, Grounding of Grief

        I've a lot of friends and whanau who have lost much, this past while. So since it's on my mind, I'll share something with you.

        Take this as you will.

Loving the Light of our 2 am Selves

        I get it.

        I get it, and I want you to know I get it.

When the Light Goes Out

        It's January.  Time to think about something new.  This is not a "new year resolution" but simply something I realized as I was going about, and thought I'd share with you.

Ashes of the Past and Moving Forward

        This is one of those posts gleaned from something I'd shared elsewhere this past week, which got me thinking, and I thought I'd share the insights here, too.  I guess it mattered enough to me that I keep it around to look at and read it later.  So, here you are to read, too, if you like.

Facets of Smiles and Tears

Don't cry because it's over.

Smile because it happened.

~ disputably attributed to Dr Seuss 

Which is why it's perfect for this post.

From the Pages of My Mind

        On the PB Community Facebook Page, we often discuss ways and means of finding the ability to get through and move forward after our more challenging situations we've had to face; since the most basic premise of the PB Project has been to allow people to feel they are not alone in their struggles, I have always felt it to only be fair that I share whatever I feel would help in that effort.  This week, I thought I'd share a little of my inner thought processes; this time, part of it comes not from posts I've shared elsewhere, but actually from working through things in my journal.  Perhaps it can help demonstrate some of what I've meant when discussing that topic.

Amazing, Awe-Inspiring, and Remarkable, Remember?

        What a crazy life this is, and yet awe-inspiring and amazing, if I think about it.

A Letter to a Grieving Friend

        I had another post ready for this week, but then my feeds became inundated with grieving friends and notifications of great amounts of loss in the world, and so things changed regarding my plans for this week, and you get this, instead.

Endure to Enlighten the Shadows We Traverse...Someday

       I know, I've been a little dry on the posts, lately.  My apologies, but life happens, and sometimes we just don't have it in us to maintain the steady rhythm, you know?  Since the PB Project has been all about trying to help us all know that we are not alone in what we face, even if what we each face is not the same, I'm just going to let you know that part of that has been about trying to find ways to give self-care during a rather rough patch, these past months.  I've explained that on the PB Community Facebook Page, but not as much for you.  So there you go.

I Write... Because...

        This week, I'm going to write about... my writing.  I'd more or less been floating around a topic for this week's post, and came across something which resonated so purely with me, it dropped all the other thoughts I'd had, and had me riveted.  This post is unlikely to be as riveting as her message was to me, but it might at least touch someone, in some way, hopefully positive, and that is all it is meant to be.  My heart speaking to someone else's.  So, here we go.

A Reason for a Glass of Rain, in the Darkness

        Gonna try to again this week, just because I really feel like this needs to happen, but so far it just hasn't been happening.  Some believe there is a reason for everything, but I've my own opinions about that.  Either way, reason or no, we're gonna try again.

It's Okay.

Okay, so maybe it all isn't really okay.  But that's okay, too.

Maybe just take some slow, deep breaths while you read this post,

and let it help you come back to center.

You might just found it was just what you needed.

You wouldn't be the only one, I promise.

So Now We Know, and Onward We Go

        Inasmuch as I have been sharing the continuing saga of my search to find answers for myself, I suppose it would be appropriate to share what has happened this past week, as some major, significant events transpired to illuminate a lot of what has been going on!  So let's get on that, hmm?

The Power of the Human Phoenix

        I've been thinking about phoenixes, this past week.  I suppose that is appropriate, given the title of this project, but I've found a lot more references to butterflies than to phoenixes, in the areas of the internet I tend to go.  Go figure!  So my mind tends to wander along the thought of "transformation", rather than "rebirth", and while I'm not exactly sure why the idea of a phoenix feels more appropriate this week, I'm going to just roll with it and see what falls out of my head.  Feel free to join me!

A Decade and an Open Box

        Here we go again.  This week, another personal topic for me, which I hope not to drop on your foot.  If I do, you'll have my sincerest apologies.  As I've said before, I feel that it is important for others to know that they are not alone in their experiences, even if ours are not the same.  We are all made better through being empathic, together.  And hence, we have the PB Project.

Bound and Determined!

        We're going to try for another blog post, this week, my friends.  Maybe we'll actually get it out there and you'll be able to read it!  Here we go....

The Story of The Traveler's Hope

I'd like to tell you a story.

I hope you'd like to have me do that, for you.

If not, my apologies, but I'm going to tell you, anyway.

Two, Little, Almost Insignificant Words

        "Be."

        "You."

        Two, tiny little words, used by millions of people, every single day, and often many times a day.  They are so commonly used, that most people don't even think about what they each mean, apart, nor together.  People tend to just throw them out there in conversation as though they were insignificant, little bridges to communication.

A Friend, Indeed

        When I create a post, typically it is founded by something on my mind or heart, the week before.  If I'm not moved by emotion in some way, it is less likely I'll be effective in expressing a point or message in a way I'm satisfied with sharing.  Inasmuch as I've had something significantly on my mind, let's see how this happens, for this week!