A Beginner
I’m on Vision and Verb today, dealing with change and grabbing for the brass ring. Tomorrow I’ll have another post on my own blog — a bit of translation of what’s changing now. I hope you’ll read the two part series…
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Asking Questions and Making Choices
For the last month or so, I’ve been caught up with questions about my life. Maybe this comes from recent health issues or thoughts about retirement, but the flood of questions goes something like this: Where have I been putting my energy? Does that really reflect what I value or enjoy? What parts of my…
Cocooning, a much kinder word
Staring outside at a sky that stares coldly back, wintertime claustrophobia and reclusiveness seep into my bones. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, flipping the switch and renaming this cocooning time, a word with a warmer and friendlier feel. However, neither butterfly nor human wants to remain in a cocoon for too long….
Finding Your Passion versus Planning Your Passions
After four days of my 100-day Time Treasure Hunt Challenge, what I have to show for it is this egg. Not really, but I had to show off my Ameraucana chicken’s grand accomplishment, her first egg. What this post is actually about is passion, but not the “find your passion” kind of bullshit we have…
One Day of Reality
Yes, I admit it. I’m jealous of your life. Not everyone’s life, but most everyone I follow on Facebook. You all look like you’re having so much fun, live in such beautiful areas and travel to such exciting places. And you are all so talented with art, music, photography, poetry, starting new businesses or pumping…
Shapeshifting
As I recovered at a snail-pace from a cold last week, I did a lot of reading. There wasn’t much else I could do. Internally though, I felt like a hive of bees. When the end of my life does come, I should have a gravestone that includes a To Do list: Ask for wings …
Loving More
I read an article by Umair Haque called “How to Have a Year that Counts” (thanks to a friend sharing the link on Facebook). The words that jumped out at me from that article were these: “Our days count—and only count—when we may love more than we could before. Think about it: if you loved…
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