Take Good Care

This week, Dear Readers, the boys and I will be practicing good self-care.

We’ll be taking naps.

We’ll be cuddling.

And we’ll also be taking cute pictures, like this one:


I may even share some of those pictures throughout the week—just to make you smile.

Why? Because this world needs light, Dear Readers. It needs laughter. It needs hope. And it needs the beautiful spark already glowing inside of you.

So, please, while navigating the ups and downs of this crazy life, remember to take good care of yourself. Provide that inner spark with kindling. Read a good book. Listen to music. Fan the flame from time to time. Laugh with an old friend. Find joy in movement. Add fuel whenever possible. Nourish your body with healthy food. Get some quality zzz’s.

Do those things that lift your spirits, that make your cheeks glow like the sun.

Because you, whether you realize it or not, may be someone else’s light, guiding them safely to shore.


Much Love & Take Good Care,




It is this first sentence that is always the most difficult.

The second is difficult, too, but in a different way.

After that, the words either flow or they fall short.

I guess, what I am trying to say is, that this week the words are falling a bit short. While I don’t believe in waiting around for inspiration to strike, I am also not the sort of writer that can force creativity where there is none. In many ways, I feel as though whispering the names of my fears in last week’s post drained me. I’m still recovering from it.

And, now, I am smiling.

Why? Because the experience reminds me suddenly of my favorite author, Garth Nix, and his wonderful The Old Kingdom Series. Within the pages of those novels, there were individuals known as Charter Mages (think wizards) attempting to push back the forces of evil and chaos using Charter Magic. In instances where the battle was especially fierce, and the mage was either wounded or utterly spent, they would flee to the nearest Charter Stone. There, they would reconnect with the Charter. They would rest. They would heal.

And that’s precisely what I need to do this week. I need to find my own rock and rest against it. I need to reconnect with the things that give me strength, that inspire me. I need to let the wounds I exposed in last week’s post heal up a little.

I invite you to do the same.

Because, yes, we live despite the threat of the other shoe dropping, of mortality, of fear—but doing so is only ever possible with adequate rest and an ear attuned to what the body and soul can handle.

Stay well and, if you need me, I will be curled up under a blanket re-reading Nix.