Get Out Of Your Head
When I stopped being a talking head my life got better
It’s a rainy Sunday. I’ve meditated and stretched; I try to start each day that way.
Lately, I‘ve been busier than usual. Tomorrow our furniture shipment arrives from Mexico, overland, sea, and overland once more–to our new home in Connecticut. Add to that fullness, a husband who has health challenges.
Yet, I am more faithful than ever to my morning routi…
