Today marks the one year anniversary of an accident (not mine) that involved a new friend. I saw M’s post today about the impact of that day (wow) and I reflected on this last year of mine. Good Lord! Such changes to experience. We all swirl about in this “thing called life” (nod to the … Continue reading
It is perhaps the pain that takes me there tonight. It’s 1990 or is it 1991? I’m a young wife and new mother. My husband is deployed in Desert Storm… I am his wife. With him gone, I am alone with the spawn. I am his wife. His. Then. I am her mother. Always. There’s a … Continue reading
my baby… my bitch… so many changes in her life and in mine (together and apart) and we keep readjusting. Sometimes this causes me brief concern… other times it is exciting. Change is good. Keeping the balance is my focus: loving and holding without clinging. i love… i am loved… …loosely but with intent Continue reading
One of the things that i’m blessed with now is CHANGE. Odd to give that voice because i’m a control freak in so many areas of my life, but the change is good… there is value in the challenges it brings and the growth left in its wake. Part of me still craves the safety … Continue reading
Today… this week… this time…this place… this now… is all changing. i’m changing. Master is going through changes. A dear friend is also going through major changes and i am wishing i could be more present on her path but my footing on my own is tenuous at best today. i’ve got some shit going … Continue reading
At heart, i am a researcher. We like to triangulate. We ferret out details, we collect data, and we like to confirm findings… oh… confirm, confirm, challenge again, confirm. It’s the scientific process. It exists for a reason; it allows humans to suspend affective responses and to see reality… to understand the world empirically. It … Continue reading
On occasion, people will say, “bat, you are an instigator” Guilty as charged. i can be a bit of a shit-stirrer, though i’d like to believe that i stir the pot in a good way rather than a bad… i try. i often reply that i’m more of a facilitator. i like to “make” folks … Continue reading
i created this identity… this wawbat. Into her i permitted the me that i like… the me that gave me joy… the me i hoped to be. From her i attempted to banish the fear i felt in my everyday life, the past mistakes that i was punishing myself for, the limitations that my god … Continue reading
The things I want to say are not flowing from my fingertips. I’ve typed, backspaced, typed, deleted… it’s getting ridiculous. What I want to say just feels too private to share – even with anonymity – so, I’ll choose to share those thoughts with the two people that matter – and share this post with … Continue reading
