When we have lived with anger for a long time it’s hard to let it go. It leaves a void in us, one to be filled by hope or despair. It seems more difficult to open to hope. Perhaps that’s why we cling so to anger, the alternative seems much more frightening.

May you be brave enough to let go of your anger and dare to hope.


lost and found

I was lost, but now am found… not in the metaphysical way, of course..

no longer lost…

As a small town boy ( Cleveland, Ohio USA ) in the big city ( Chicago, Illinois USA ) my Garmin has made my life better from the day I got it. ( Thanks Jan for such a nice present ).

Nothing beats being on the freeway behind a truck where all vision and signs are obfuscated and having the Garmin show you which lane to be in and how far to the exit. And when I am daydreaming, or thinking about a work problem ( I know I shouldn’t ) and I drive past my exit, that beautiful sound of “recalculating” is music to my ears.

As I posted once before in gentle-feelings-maybe getting lost on my way to a time sensitive doctor’s appointment set off a quick punch which ruined my windshield. With the Garmin, I expect a kinder, gentler me.

gentle feelings — maybe

Sometimes having cancer makes me sad, but most of the time…

it just pisses me off!

Ok, I am not always the sensitive type

driving while crabby

Contrary to previous belief,  when you are late to a doctor’s appointment driving around the wilds of Wheaton , where Google maps and the roads don’t exactly match it is a bad idea to punch the windshield.

The crack is quite satisfying, but the glistening  spider web of  crystal  lines,   each circle smaller and smaller  than the next,  bisected by tangents of anger, while beautiful, never fail to disappoint.

Low thyroid hormones are supposed to make you crabby.  I guess I qualify now.