My little red tether is my anchor in running with my friends. A beautiful guide dog has been my tether/anchor in mobility and independence for 17 years: 1. Pantera 2. Cricket, and now my beautiful 3. Georgina (Georgie). A life of family and friends is my joy and anchor in life.

The human spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to it. CC Scott

Saturday, November 21, 2009


This morning in yoga as each time we are invited to set an intention for our practice for the day. The word that came to my mind was 'courage'. New class alone, many people coming up to me, trying to remember names perhaps why this intention came to mind. Courage to be there. Later had a very challenging case at work (lesson avoid working on Saturdays). Courage to make a difficult phone call to an agency. At home began setting up Christmas decor. Many things in different places = banged head and I knocked off my Angel of Courage doll. It broke. It came from a special friend when I needed to be cheered on and encouraged to have courage. I feel calmness and courage and love for you, Kathy.
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying I will try again tomorrow.


wendy said...

The older I get --------the less courageous I feel

Becky said...

Wendy - Agree, yet I think the older I get the more I celebrate courage on all the little things.

Anonymous said...

The end of your blog post is the sweetest thing I've ever heard in my life! I never thought that one could be courageous by saing "I'll try again tomorrow". It only dawned on me then that some people are so frightened of tomorrow that they don't get out of bed in the morning, or dread waking up. Talk of courage when it comes to deciding that we'll try again not knowing what will come of us in the next second!