Sunday Share: No to Holiday Stress

The middle of December approaches like a surprise snowstorm.

The time between November thru January may accentuate what is missing from the season, like losing a loved one, dwindling finances, or poor health.

On top of that, the holiday expectations to be ‘jolly and light’ or have the perfect decorations or bake elaborate cookies and meals are added stress.

This is my two cents, but when I’m feeling stressed, I stop whatever I’m doing and sit with my feelings. I give them room. Not all day, but an allotted time. Sometimes it’s five minutes, others it’s twenty minutes.

Holding space for your feelings validates their importance. And it gives you time to balance it with a way to fill the empty. A method that doesn’t sink you any lower.

A few actions I’ve thought about countering stress are assembled in this poem, my attempt at a Christmas tree.

Christmas List

Give a hug
Forgive yourself
Be kind, be gentle
Give a soft answer
Seek to understand
Encourage someone
Express your gratitude
Seek out a forgotten friend
Have a cup of hot chocolate
Eat a Christmas cookie or two
Take pleasure in nature's beauty

I received a few Advanced Reader Copies (ARCs) of my novel, The Garden of Second Chances. Subscribers to my newsletter had a chance at a drawing. A random generator chose the name.

Subscriber Danielle B. won a copy of the novel. Thank you to the several subscribers who entered. I’ll let you know when I have a giveaway on Goodreads.

My monthly newsletter will go out on December 17th instead of December 24th. Also, the last Sunday is Christmas, so I’m forgoing the Sunday Share post until January.

Healing, Hope, Love, poetry, Self Care, Strength, Stress

My Heart Rises-Poem

heartbreak, pain, courage
Pain-Kahlil Gibran


It’s been many days since I’ve wanted to work on my manuscripts. Or do much.

One of the side effects of this lull is using the bits and pieces that tumble out of the heart.

Examine them for meaning. Are they true, fears, or lies?

Sometimes the words are like puzzle pieces to keep in your journal for another time.

Sometimes they are emotions, ready to be strung together into a garland of words that resonates with someone.

This time, the feelings are a poem. I’m trying to capture the sunrise.


My Heart Rises

My heart sinks

takes me



Hold the heart

before it



into tangled love

and jealousy,



My heart heavy

with momentary



A ripple above

reminds of



My heart floats

feels, waits



Climbs, grabs hold,

touches longing,



this is when

you chose



feel the flutter,

my heart



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