My mother always used to say she was an artist and that her work of art was life, itself.It was a very fitting analogy. Anyone who knew my mother would agree that she lived her life in loud and bright colors. This was evident not only in her apparel, ranging from flowing pink skirts to … Continue reading She Comes In Colors
I know hate is a strong word but it's the only satisfactory way to describe my feelings toward clutter. I'm not the cleanest or most organized person by any means, unfortunately, but that is not due to laziness. In my case it's largely due to me being clueless how to be systematically neat. I'm constantly … Continue reading My first steps toward a Minimalist Home
A fistful of darkness, a pocketful of night, I am fumbling through my jacket hoping to pull out light. Take the empty, take the silence stained sorrow, hold it close enough to turn it into vows, into the promise that I will never be left here again. Tyler Knott Gregson I promise this to myself every time. Every … Continue reading I will never be left here again.
To be honest, this was a topic I struggled with. What is home, exactly? I decided to do a google search for inspiration and here’s what I found. home (hōm/), noun: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household. The above is the definition of "home", according to … Continue reading Developing Your Eye – Day One: Home At A Glance
Recently I had the pleasure of hanging out with a semi-new friend. (She's known my fiancé for two decades but she lives out of state, so her and I never really got the chance to hang out). You know when you meet someone and the conversation just flows? No awkward silences, no chitchatting about the … Continue reading I thought I was on the right path – but I forgot one crucial thing.
So accurate. Great read for astrology buffs! The below excerpt describes exactly why I wanted to start blogging.
We’re ALL being invited to a party, and asked to come SOBER. This soiree’ is about truth-telling as a means to facilitate individual and collective healing which can unfold into a greater degree of wisdom and maturity. Saturn’s symbolism suggests lessons learned, while Sagittarius’ domain is higher education. This means that learning through and from experience can be the most advanced form of instruction that we can receive if we allow ourselves to courageously remain open.
Without shame or apology, I consider myself to be an optimist of great proportions. Any way you slice it, there’s a generous amount of Sagittarian faith, enthusiasm and idealism pulsating through my psyche. I don’t really place a value judgement on this as “good” or “bad” other than to say it’s unfolded as necessary for my total development as a human being.
While my optimism and hope for the future can create an incredibly breathtaking vision, it also comes with its share of challenges.
With Saturn moving into Sagittarius, one of the messages which the universe has for us is that of tempering our enthusiasm in service of a grounded reality. During the next 2.5 years or so, we’ll be receiving a series of wake up calls and “chin checks” with the understanding, as Dr. Amos Wilson lays out, that hope, when distorted, can become pathological:
“Hope is a wonderful…
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Silence to me looks like this. (Yes, I took her out of the jumper and laid her in her crib) but first I had to take her picture and revel in the glory of silence (remember, this was after my ears were tortured for three hours by a repetitive piano melody accentuated by the overwhelmingly … Continue reading A mom’s idea of silence
To Sympathize[sim-puh-thahyz] (verb) to be in sympathy or agreement of feeling; share in a feeling (often followed by with). to feel a compassionate sympathy, as for suffering or trouble (often followed by with). This picture means a great deal to me. It was taken in February 2016, a couple weeks after my mother had passed … Continue reading Are you being sympathetic because you have to be?
Insightful and informative post. I love Cheryl Strayed and her podcast.
Last week, I finished reading Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar, a collection of writings by author Cheryl Strayed in her role as Dear Sugar, an advice columnist for TheRumpus.net.
In Tiny Beautiful Things, what’s most impressive isn’t how thoughtful or insightful Sugar’s replies are, but her uncanny ability to make each question seem so fragile and universally human. As a writer, it’s her columns on creativity, art, and the art of writing that stand out as little nuggets of artistic wisdom.
I teach memoir writing occasionally. I always ask my students to answer two questions about the work they and their peers have written: What happened in this story? and What is this story about? It’s a useful way to see what’s there. A lot of times, it isn’t much. Or rather, it’s a bunch of what happened that ends up being about…
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