Stain-glass Eyes

Heart-Shaped Nature "The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live."                                                                                                                       Flora Whittemore There are times when I draw inward to learn about myself, and it’s an encounter of detours. It’s like I hit a trap door with a projectile apparatus. As soon as I step on a closed door it hurls me into the air. I don’t think I put the trap doors there. I think they’re normal avoidances. Ways of staying on the surface of things. It’s almost as if my heart knows it won’t be easy and protects me. So, when I figure out even small things about myself, it’s a victo...

Me looking for Magic in My World I’ve been tracking my mood in my "Bullet Journal" the last couple of weeks. I made my own little graph. It’s interesting what it’s done for me. Initially I wanted to track my mood because when I meet with my therapist the first thing he asks me is, “How has your mood been?” Usually I only remember a couple of days and the rest seems a blur. It’s not very helpful. But the graph was more telling. January and February are low-sunlight months and follow major holidays.  I have to up my strategies to keep my leverage. Another factor (since I live in Michigan) is how much winter weather can deter my freedom of mobility (walking, driving and I can't swim  in the Great Lakes!). I question myself each day, “What’s your mood?” I’ve found when I keep track I feel more responsible where my mood falls. I saw it dip below 4, (out of 10) and I wondered why. I had to honestly admit a recent loss was also a factor (m...