Post 26 – The Kiss
There he was on the floor, hunched over and fully engaged in his painting, looking so good. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a faded drawing on the front, and a pair of jeans, and…his feet were bare. Oh my! Oh my! Bare feet with denims. Oh my!...
Post 25 – Sex and Marriage
The next day was a typical Sunday morning. The kids woke up early. We had pancakes for breakfast and then completed a few household chores. Myles and I didn’t interact much, focusing mainly on the kids. As I folded laundry in the living room, I tried to think of...
Post 1 – The Demon of Mid-day
Midlife. Welcome! Turning 40 was not too difficult for me to accept. I didn’t feel old and I didn’t look old, so it wasn’t a problem. I think I was more panic-stricken when I turned 25, which in retrospect makes no sense at all! How could anyone feel old...
1 – The Beginning
Life can follow a certain path for many years, until change occurs. Resistance is often accompanied with change, especially when suffering is involved. Our automatic response is to resist any kind of misery or hardship. But, as Carl Jung taught us, “What we resist persists”. It took me a...