The Musings Of A Bohemian Frog
Let it not be said that I am not capable of learning new tricks in my 50s. If there is a lesson to take away from this year’s Spring Cleaning it wold be: back-peddle first and ask all the questions before walking into to something hook line and sinker. The new and unfamiliar can be
It may no longer politically correct to acknowledge publicly that there are certain songs from the 70s and 80s that I hang on to, and with each passing decade in my life mean more to me than ever before, but I am willing to take that chance. Many will cringe at the name of Michael
When recovering from emotional abuse, it is very difficult to learn to trust intentions again and you end up questioning everything, every move, and everything about yourself that you were falsely made to believe during the traumatic period. It is a painful experience to analyse the events again and realise put names to the circumstances,
In September 2018 I published the following prayer of my favourite Philosopher and Theologian, John O’Donohue Now that you have entered with an open heartInto a complex and fragile situation,Hoping with patience and respectTo tread softly over sore ground in orderThat somewhere beneath the raw estrangementSome fresh spring of healing might be coaxedTo release the
The original Serenity Prayer is something I have written about already, so I will not do so again. However, here is a new version of that prayer revised for all those going through a difficult time in their lives. It arrived in my life at a time when I had just embarked in the first
I belong to a support group for divorced women, designed specifically to help rebuild life as a single person. It took me a long time to join up, as I am not a fan of support groups in general, simply because it is not my nature to share my troubles in a group. As I
I absolutely adore the voice of Pastora Soler, and if you don’t know her, you really should. Listening to her latest album, Sentir, there is one song that just opened up the floodgates within me. Here are the lyrics in the original Spanish Yo que siempre estuve sola entre la multitud Engañándome en silencio y
While doing some background research on emotional abuse.I recently came across the persona and writings of Najwa Zebian, the Lebanese-Canadian poet, activist, author, and powerful speaker. Her words brought me to a standstill and I knew immediately that I needed to know more about her and her story of abuse. First things first, my situation
This is a story I love to publish every few years, just to remind myself of how strong I can be / am in the face of adversity. It is in gratitude to all those who have rallied around me the last few days with an outpouring of love, friendship and support in my struggle
… pag tinamaan ay hwag magalit. This is an old Filipino proverb which translates into “a stone thrown heavenward, if you get hit on its way down, don’t get mad.” (Wikipedia). As a blogger, I have learned over the years to roll with the punches, and that not everyone is going to agree with my
