Who You Calling Witch…

I was a real Witch yesterday…and…not just because I was dressed up for Halloween…it was just the mood I was in…and…still find myself in this morning…and…even without…Bertha’s…assistance…I know the cause…

Ghosts

No…my house isn’t haunted…and I haven’t been visiting the graveyard at midnight…but…there are certain times of the year…that ghosts of past events…sneak back into my experience…

And…just like real ghosts…I smile as I type that…they can walk through the strongest walls that I’ve built over the years…trying to keep them out…they float in and out…effortlessly…

The funny thing is…they are masters of disguises…and…until I actually brought them to my conscious awareness…I thought my foul mood was related to something else entirely…AKA…refinancing my mortgage…

But…Berthaokay…maybe I did need her help…showed me that…I wasn’t really upset about that…I asked to refinance it…I researched it…I knew it was the thing to do…I wasn’t being forced…but…that’s the way it felt…

I just had some old painful emotions…connected to Halloween…some frustrations and feeling out of control…that I need to release…

And…I know she’s right…it’s time…to exorcise those ghosts…with time in the contemplation chair…appreciating them for what they have brought into my life…peeling back one more layer of the artichoke…healing with the forgiveness prayer…

Perhaps then…we can all sing…Ding Dong the Witch is Dead

Jane

Flying Artichokes…

I’ve had a difficult time with the blog today…nothing would come…no ideas…nothing…I think that’s because I don’t want to write about what’s truly on my heart…

Letting go

I know…I’ve talked about it before…several times…and that’s because…it’s a process…it isn’t an event…it’s not like my nursing diploma…I can’t hang it on the wall and it’s over…it comes in layers…and…they show up at unexpected times…in unexpected ways…

I’ve had a new layer show up this week…and…I’m letting it go…looking at the pain that it brought…begrudgingly thanking it for the clarity that it brings…and giving it wings to fly away…

What I’m finding to be true about the layers…they get thinner as I peel through them…which makes me think of the artichoke again…the outer leaves are the toughest…the prickliest…the most uncomfortable to deal with…with each layer…the leaves become more delicate and tender…

Letting go

Sometimes I wonder…how many times…how many ways…and…then…sometimes…I just let those concerns go…

Jane