Ginger's Blog
Standing Up
“Wait for me, Mom! I can’t get through the crash zone!” yelled my daughter over the surf’s roar. While my son and I had already swum into the ocean’s calm, she was still swirling in the water’s chaos, unable to control her flailing limbs. “Just stand up!” I hollered...
To Heal and To Grow
Our most intimate relationship has two purposes – to heal and to grow. That’s it. Yes, we can have fun. Make babies. Split the bills. And do all other things “life” as a team. But the primary reason our partner exists is offer a safe space for emotional expansion in...
How Does Your Garden Grow?
Did you grow a garden this summer? That is one skill set I have yet to cultivate but always wanted to. Maybe in my next life I can dig in the dirt, plant a seed with that first anticipated sprout and harvest enough flowers and vegetables to fill my table. Sounds...
Our Not-So-Friend, Anxiety
Are you living in the wreckage of the future? Such is a descriptive depiction of anxiety. A world we make up in our heads about what could happen or will happen in the days to come. According to anxiety, this imagined world is grim. Only the worst comes about. In...
The Disempowered Child
He couldn’t have been older than seven or eight years. He walked with a large backpack, weighing down his already sagging shoulders. His eyes were downcast. His spirit vacant. She was right behind him screaming, “Don’t you ever do that again!” or “You’re going to get...
Falling Off
I fell off my horse last week. When I wasn’t paying attention, he reared up and threw me right off. I wish I had a bit of warning. Some signage in neon yellow with flashing lights … “Bump up ahead. Proceed with caution.” Nope, not even a kind hint of foreboding. Life...
Doing Pain Best
She knew exactly what I needed. All she did was sit by me, hold my hand and cry. Saying anything would have been pointless. As futile as the accidental death of my 49-year-old father. If I heard one more “It was God’s will,” or “He lived a good life,” or “He is in...
Putting in Your Time
It's sweet Saturday. Finally. I don't know about you but I've had a long week. My house is a mess. My body exhausted. My chore list longer than my Christmas one. But something inside me breathes easier in this moment. Saturday's clock dances differently. It's slower,...
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