On my daily walk I either go to the woods or I walk in my neighborhood. Darkness, how much time I have and the weather usually helps make the choice for me. Lately, I've been walking mostly in the neighborhood. If I'm walking in the right place at the right time, I see a ritual… Continue reading Heart Habits
A black lizard with a bright blue tail was sitting on my open journal when I returned to the deck with my refilled cup of coffee. Later, Google told me it is actually a skink and has a venomous bite. Wow. All I know is that's not usually the kind of thing I usually see… Continue reading Wound Up
I enjoy making up words. I loved word play with my children. We now have several words only our family knows. Today I made up this one: FaithWaiting. FaithWaiting is different from regular waiting. All waiting is pretty excruciating. Waiting for admission to that certain college. Waiting to turn 16. Waiting for the wedding day.… Continue reading FaithWaiting
Once you've had breast cancer, there is no such thing as a routine mammogram. Maybe it is routine to the medical team. Maybe it is routine to others, but not to you. Today, I had my every six month ritual of driving to the place, checking in, waiting, changing in that tiny dressing room, waiting,… Continue reading A Tiny Sanctuary: The Mammogram Dressing Room
I'd just like to say "whew" now that the intense frenzy of the holidays is behind us. This year seemed especially full (in a good way) of decorating; family and friends gatherings; gift exchanges of all kinds; two out-of-town college graduation celebrations; 17 church services in 10 days (I'm not even kidding); welcoming our college… Continue reading The Gift of Normal
Dr. Cindy Ryan 