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Past Musings

Past Musings

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Previously known as TransitioningMom.com

Insider’s Guide to the Injured Brain

The new workbook for brain injury survivors and their support

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A glimpse into my life

Surrender: A Tale in One Photo "The heart of autumn must have broken here, and poured its treasure upon the leaves." ~Charlotte Bates As is my routine, I sat and meditated while the house was still quiet this morning. When my husband and older daughter are already out the door and the dogs resettled at my feet while the younger daughter still sleeps, I enjoy the moment of quiet before feeding times and waking times start my world spinning again. Funny, I used to consider myself too busy to make time for this. It seemed indulgent when there are never ending piles of laundry, or bills I could pay, or a sink to be wiped down. Now, I consider this guarded time, even when shaved to only 15 minutes--those are MY 15 minutes to sit and be still and, most importantly, to listen. This morning, my soul was restless. I was awakened at 2 AM by nothing but a niggling feeling. I don't like those feelings; I like control. Though I consider myself a recovering control freak, the unknown is not easy for me. I fight and struggle to regain control.Though I feel I've made strides over the years, struggle, it seems, is a default reaction for me during times of change. At 2 AM, I tossed and turned wanting to know what I was forgetting or not forgetting or needed to do or... I got nothing. This morning, not surprisingly after my 2 AM ruminations, my meditation focused on struggle; specifically surrendering to my struggle. For most, change is rarely easy, so resistence is natural. With my eyes shut and my mind quiet, I could picture the futility of struggle and the gift that comes when I ease into life's unknowns. I sat with that for quite a while, thought about where I have resistence, and decided to see what happens if I try surrender for a while. By my front porch, I have a beautiful snowball viburnum. While many trees and bushes have already lost their leaves, the leaves of this one burst into changing colors just this weekend. There's been no obvious resistence nor rush to keep up with the rest of the garden. No, it seems this one knew just the right time to surrender to autumn, reminding me of the beauty that can come with letting go of control. #inspiration #autumn #fall

Love : A Tale in One Photo He heard me complaining to myself. I needed an fine tipped injector for my glue. I wanted something that would allow me to slip just a dot of glue into small spots. I have lots of adhesives and glues with all sorts of different tips, but none would allow me to do what I wanted. Quietly, he slipped up behind me with the creation he had just put together in less than 5 minutes. Using one of his mechanic syringes and the cut needle from tire gauge, he fashioned a glue injector for me. "Would this work," he asked? "You work," my heart answered. My heart speaks through words. His heart speaks through his acts of service. Together, we speak in love. #craft #crafting #furniturerehab #husband #love #marriage

When your friend knows you so well, she leaves you this card, and inside she laces her words of inspiration with profanity because she speaks your language. Then you both laugh and smile at the familiarity and comfort of a good friend. #friends #girlfriends #inspiration #lovenotes

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