Slowing down the speed of life and taking a moment to feel and express gratitude
I was meditating a while ago and put out the question to the universe, “Who am I?” I know. I’ve been…
After making my escape to Gunflint Lodge, I return home to routine and duty and wonder how to hold on to a bit of wildness.
I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.
Finding my usual mode of operation insufficient, I look for a better way of living since setting our clocks to not-normal-time.
Some overwhelmed people hang out at a bar and pour out their troubles to a bartender. I prefer talking to my hair stylist.