Self-care Sunday

March 15, 2009

I picked up Cheryl Richardson’s The Art of Extreme Self-Care
on and began reading it today. Right off, in chapter one – End The Legacy of Deprivation, I realized this would be another of her powerful books.

As I read I became aware of my behavior over the last few months since Steve’s diagnosis of prostate cancer. I thought I had been dealing well; rationalizing this was not a death sentence, only another challenge in life. But as I read about Cheryl’s own experiences of flitting from one thing to another, creating multitudes of to-do lists and over-eating to stuff feelings, uneasiness crept into my spirit. An awareness that I had begun to fall back into old patterns of self-deprivation began to grow.

Cheryl states “over giving is often a sign of deprivation – a signal that a need isn’t being met, an emotion isn’t being expressed, or a void isn’t being filled.”

Memories of a time when I lived in extreme over commitment flooded my mind. My children suffered, an 8-year marriage dissolved, and several friendships were broken because of my over giving.

Like Cheryl, I too have discovered that “awareness is a powerful catalyst for positive change.” She challenges the reader to spend the next 30 days becoming skilled at recognizing the ways we deprive ourselves.

Cheryl, I accept your challenge. I rededicate Sunday’s to my own personal self-care.

Sunday brunch with Steve is our time to just be with each other. Afternoons are my time for spiritual introspection. Here I also find time to plan and coordinate my weekly activities. I devote this time to review my calendar, check my wardrobe for the week, and pre-prep any breakfasts/lunches that must travel with me during the week.

Sunday evenings I’ll spend some quality time in our wonderful spa tub, making sure to provide my body some much needed pampering. Then a quiet dinner with Steve will round out the day.

Some Sunday’s – like today – Steve is at the model train club repairing track or what-not, so I have additional time for reading and writing.

Thank you Cheryl for the reminder to take time for my own needs, ask for help, appreciate my own accomplishments, and make my own self-care a priority.



Now you may think that just because there was snow on your roof this morning, Portland, that spring is a ways off. Take heart. Spring is very near!

The very fact that I have had to commence with my “catch-release-catch” program this week tells me spring is at hand, just around the corner in fact.

Being a FemiKnowlogist, I am not one to upset nature’s balance. So when I found the tell-tell droppings under my kitchen sink last week, I pulled out my trusty Victor Live Mouse Traps.

Once upon a time I used your run-of-the mill spring loaded mouse trap. But if you have ever had to dispose of the capture from one of those contraptions you will understand why I discontinued their use.

With the live traps I just pop a peanut into each trap and set them near where I found droppings. Since we are early in the season I find I have to check them twice a day. I usually check them around 9:00pm and again in the morning before I leave for work. Sometimes the smaller mice are able to get in, steal the peanut, and get out without tripping the trap, but the larger ones are captured every time.

Our house is the next to the last house on the block then there is a large field with a water shed area at the end. This is where I release the little buggers.

These critters are not as timid as you might think. I have had them make a quick u-turn upon exiting the trap and run between my feet in an effort to hide under my shoes. This, of course, produces a loud ”eeek!” from me, followed by an amazing acrobatic feat.

On one occasion the creature executed it’s u-turn, made a mad dash out of the field and across the paved street…did I mention there is a very large, very old oak tree hosting a family of harrier hawks on the other side of the field? h0e2ycagnsae1cas3otc9carn55nacalgffzbca6k1ajacap4i1okcamb5wudcalk0w6lca1v0r5lcaldyllgcai62f43cafcrgfgcalwkc4uca5zkh0ocag2gh8uca287ghccadd6swfcafubaasca0d2oyr

Hence the name, catch – release – catch program. And the circle of life continues…

Walk like a Penguin

How to walk like a penguin

  •  March in groups, with like-minded, for support, safety, and protection from the elements
  • It matters little how you get there – you may walk or toboggan on your belly
  • However you choose to get there, you are responsible for the progress of your own journey
  • Do not impede the progress of others


To those who are alone

To those who are on this same journey

To those who are like-minded

To those who are tired of finding themselves flat on the floor

To those who sit quietly by, shackled by fear

To those who have never-give-up determination

To those who understand two heads are better than one and a cord of three strands is not easily broken

To those who want to put down the cardboard sign, get out of line, turn off the cell phone

To those who want to enjoy a bit of peace of mind

To those who just aren’t quite sure how to get out of the way of bully/predators

To those who want to March Like a Penguin


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