My Meditation Medication There are many ways to rest, connect, relax, and renew the mind, body, and spirit. I realized this morning as my anxiety began to creep into my morning routine, I need meditation. It was in the middle of my daily journal that the anxious and negative thoughts dimmed.

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Ollie and I Speak

We Speak When Ollie and I make eye contact (not the side-eye sarcasm), we connect. Ollie watches every move I make when he’s not asleep and hears every tone of my voice. And he responds like he reads my mind. I have learned his side-eyes, stares, ear raises, and whines and squeaks. The sayin

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Old mes have evolved

Evolved I have been so many different “mes.” The silent and afraid me. The me who hides. The caged and enraged me. The mother and Nana me. The sister me. The survival me. The me who didn’t want life to go on. The teacher, fixer, helper, lover, and friend. Each life moment changed me, no

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Happy Place

Ollie’s Saturday The dark clouds consume the sky. The rain pelts on my window. Lightning and thunder fill the air. It is 9:13 AM, and my lap is still full. Ollie is in my lap thinking and (if he could talk) saying,” Nooo, nope, I hear the rain, and it’s wet. The thunder is constant and too

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Flying Monkeys are as bad as the narcissist

A “Flying Monkey” is the narcissist partner. They shame, attack, harass, spread lies, and believe everything that comes from the narcissist’s mouth. They also stalk and harass on social media. They even make multiple accounts to snoop and don't seem to have a life beyond harassment. Sad little

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#CapCut

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Choices and Options I can now make choices. I now have options. I now make decisions. All mine. No one else. I have the freedom to be just me. For the first time. For the rest of my time. I have joy and contentment being a survivor of control, Pat Wade Nicholson 2026

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Always Willing I have decided I am like my 2nd favorite coffee mug. Chipped, but still enjoyable. It’s not my favorite, but it’s always there when I need more coffee than usual. Yes, that’s me, chipped, but always willing to give more. But only to people who appreciate chipped mugs. Pat W

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Sometimes life experiences become painful to revisit. I wrote some very good stuff living in the woodlands. It helped me evolve and to learn. So, I may pull from those times again to help with healing. I hope, as always, there are words that help you heal. The Eagle’s Message A few times in

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We support each other

My Healer Bad dreams of people from my past are just dirt coming to the surface. It’s to be swept away into the ethers. Or forgotten by the warm snuggle of my Ollie. His breath on my face. His tiny body weighing heavy in my lap. And his love that washes everything clean again. Pat Wade

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Mr Ollie😊

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Options and Choices I discover each day a new healing. Having options and the freedom of choice has made me feel like a child. A child who is allowed to see different options and choose which one. Me, just me, choosing. Not a parent, sibling, husband, or child, only myself. How evil it seem

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Stop expecting others to be what you want! Let them be who they are. Stop forcing yourself to be what others expect you to be. Expectations are of the ego, not spirit. Lost and Found How do you lose yourself? You lose your spirit little by little when you become what is expected of you. Not

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Morning Intentions Each morning, early, with coffee, I begin. We(Ollie sleeps) begin to meditate and visualize. For myself. For my dear ones. I see peace in our hearts, laughter, and love. My dreams, your dreams, fulfilled and growing. I see all surrounded by light, love, growing people, a

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