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Becoming Grounded: Feasting on the Present Day 3

When anxiety surges, all awareness is drawn like a magnet to that fear.  Surroundings blur, breathing shallows and the whirring begins.  I could walk through hours, days like that and barely feel the touch of that sweet toddler hand.  …

The Struggle: Feasting on the Present Day 2

The skipping, whirring, pacing thoughts began their morbid merry-go-round when I was ten.   I called it nervousness.  The asthma medication inhaled would bring it on, the late dinner would leave me shaky, ordinary stress would demand I put on…

A Call to Feast on the Present Moment: Day 1

  They are finally, after 8 years of the beautiful chaos of young children, all happily ensconced at school!  My three year old sat down at a puzzle in his new preschool room this morning, gave me a kiss and…

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