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I’ve been putting this off – too personal, too close. Then again, I committed to Real & True when I started this blog: uncensored, straight from the heart. So, this is about life without Mum, about grieving, and about the concept of home. Grieving is such a weird process. The poet John Roedel likens it …
I’ve been thrashing about for the best part of a week. I thought that things would be clear and focused now that my first ‘real’ book is out, plus the new website, the blog, the Facebook page – but instead I am more confused than ever. What is there to blog about, to write about? …
Affirmations are like bridges between where you are now and where you intend to be. Repeat after me: Only good things lie before me, and my life is full of joy. How do you feel saying that? Like a fraud – ‘full of joy’ my aching butt! My life sucks! Or as though it's just …
Here’s my ideal morning routine: I wake up early, well before Mr W., stretch and smile and say ‘thank you for this new day’ and make my way downstairs. I walk through all the rooms, lighting candles and watering the plants, drink some lemon water and settle in my room to meditate. Then I brew …
So, last night I was on the phone with my friend, and we suddenly realized we’d been talking about this ache and that ache, and about not doing things because we felt too exhausted before we’d even started. In fact, that’s what kicked this conversation off: how Mr W. and I had planned to drive …
Gitta Wolf 