Dear Snowbird,

Conversations with my Inner Child and her bossy sister.
January 26
Already Pretty

Snowbird Bundle

Dear Snowbird,

I found this site, “Already Pretty” tonight while trying to get tired. I thought you mike like it. I left the following comment at the bottom of today’s post.

These are my adult body’s talents. What are yours? What could my body do when I was little that it can no longer do now? What should I try to do again?

My adult body:

  • My body is my only mode of transportation for my short life on earth, and requires regular maintenance for optimal performance.
  • My body evolves, adapts and grows in relationship to its environment, exactly as it should.
  • Through a complex system of electrical impulses, nerves and neurons, my body alerts my brain’s alarm system when something feels off, not right, or threatening. My brain does the same for my body.
  • My body can recover and regenerate lost tissue, blood & fluids, skin, hair, calluses, moisture, heat and cold as needed to restore balance and health.
  • My body and my brain communicate constantly, alerting me to danger, threats, truths and lies.
  • My brain rationalizes and processes the sadness of the love I’ve lost when my body tries to blame itself.
  • My body can sense a spiritual connection between myself and another person. My body will respond favorably to a good connection and defend itself against dysfunction.

handstands on the beach
January 10

Dear Snowbird,

Get some sleep! That medicine should have sent everyone straight to dreamland. What’s the matter tonight?

“I don’t know. Try counting snowflakes,” whispers Snowbird.

I already tried that. 

Poopynannyhead protests. “That’s stupid. Just like that dumb art class is gonna be tomorrow. Stay awake as long as you can. Then you’ll be too tired to go.”

“Nnnnoooo!” whines Snowbird. “Shut up! We have to go! We got all new paints and everything! I know, I know. Katie, start writing. You always get sleepy while you’re writing.”

This is true. But what shall I write? There’s my journal, then there’s the 5th redo of my manuscript, or …does Facebook count as writing?

The inner sisters vote in unison, creating a cacophony of, “FaceBlogBookrnalNo! No! Not that!”

You know what? That’s it. I’ll write about you two. What could be more exhausting?

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a snowbird birthday

a snowbird birthday