A Thank You to My “Belived” Life

The desire to write has been absent this last week.  The words inside my head are practicing an unusual economy.   They demand little attention.   They have been very quiet.

While I miss their antics and their company, it has been nice to have a break.  My body has taken advantage of the break and has invited a cold to come take up residence in my head.

Maybe if I’d been paying more attention to my body and less attention to the demands in my mind, I would have taken better care of myself this last year and not been an easy home for a steady stream of illnesses.  Since life demands to be lived forward the price of many of the best lessons is the cost of a past mistake.

As I was typing that last sentence, I typed belived.     Don’t we have the word beloved?   The word belived doesn’t seem so out of place. It seems a likely English word.

If beloved means dearly loved, then belived could mean dearly lived.

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I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.

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