Golden Retriever.

I'm in a constant state of retrieval.

Retrieving lost parts of myself for recrafting purposes.

Retrieving lost parts of myself that I gave away to others.

Retrieving life moments for reliving purposes.

Digging inside to remember who I am.

Retrieving the light, a golden retriever.

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staying connected.

I made a big change. I followed a call. I was drawn to Colorado, and to the sun, and to things not quite in my view yet. Two months ago I moved about 30 miles from Denver, to a cabin, in the mountains. It's remote here, but I still need to connect with the internet powers, and to share my music during these extended pandemic times, and to ease into mountain living with a sprinkling of modernity. I found a broadband company who can service my area and last week they installed all the moving internet parts. Yay! No. slow ... slow ... "can't connect"...over and over, "can't connect"... or WON'T, internet, be honest, is it can't or won't?? (I *may* have accidentally been talking to the modem, and the laptop, the broadband company.) I persisted, and as I prepared for this morning's Zoom service, I plugged my ethernet cable right into the modem and I was connected. Wahooooo ! A half hour later, it couldn't connect again, despite being...

two slices please.

No, not pizza, although ... YUM. Two slices of bread. I made a sandwich today. Not a one slice hoping-the-sandwich-stuff-doesn't fall-on-the-plate version, but a two slices kind, one that secures all the good middle stuff. The one-slice sammy is something super familiar to me, and to be honest has not always been the healthiest choice, emotionally-speaking. It has been a design to keep me "on track", carb-controlling, monitoring all that enters this body. My go-to on managing change, stress, fear ... Old stuff that shows up now and again. More on that in a bit. The two slices for lunch today secured the sandwich stuff and surprisingly also made ME feel secure, held, cozy and present. Oh bread, you are a great teacher. See, I've spent the better part of my tweendom 'til now counting, monitoring, restricting: How much did I eat? How many calories was that? Do I look OK? Are they judging me? Am I judging me? Somewhere along my path I stopped enjoying food, for...

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