What is this place where I suspend judgments and beliefs? If curiosity is more valuable than passion, at least my questions might move me forward. I stay long in this space of re-evaluating or assessing everything in my life, both internally and externally. The flat emotional plane is necessary for objectivity. Enough of my life... Continue Reading →
Do I write to keep myself company, make a record for memories that fade and distort with time, or to have a conversation with myself in hopes I can find solutions to my problems? Do I just ramble on and download some thoughts since there’s no one to talk to? Are memories just heirlooms of illusion? A... Continue Reading →
Grateful for whatever few days in the house I have alone, but if it lasts too long I get into fear and worry about money. I was reminded to practice my mantra, More than I need is already here and I have enough to share. The last month helped me break past an internal barrier of not wanting... Continue Reading →
My first visit to the Rogler Ranch I was eleven years old on a beloved drive in the Flint Hills alone with Dad. He began to slow along Highway 177 in front of the immaculate, white house right before a bridge near the bluff. It had huge two-story colonial columns and a gorgeous, well-kept stone... Continue Reading →
Why am I indoors on a gorgeously sunny spring Saturday? I could be hiking the Tallgrass Prairie but instead I am vacuuming the 1894 wood plank library sub-floor of an historic old house. WHY? I enjoy the mindlessness of the work and a special feeling of being a tiny part of the restoration of a grand... Continue Reading →
Who will I be if I let go of my stories? Writers attract and create stories. Who will we be if we try to have a conversation without telling each other our stories? What will we talk about? Concepts, principles, wisdom, lessons, but sometimes it is the story that illustrates to give a clear understanding.... Continue Reading →
Jin Shin Jyutsu (JSJ) is a remarkable surprise. I have an hour of reflexology and an hour of JSJ. During the hour process of JSJ we don’t talk, there is no music, just lovely silence. Afterward I feel like I’ve had a full body massage. The only massage done was on my feet, nowhere else.... Continue Reading →
While making Maple Mocha my progression of thoughts led to a metaphoric big picture. After I sat down in the dining room to write, cardinals landed on the patio. Wow! I’ve never seen them so close to the house. They usually hang out in the yard. Now a huge red one landed on the patio... Continue Reading →
Watching Tiffany and Heather is great for a lot of people, but there will be some who cannot relate to their stories when they can relate to others or mine. My parents were mostly calm, loving, supportive and encouraging. My childhood traumas were not so dramatic. There was no alcohol or drugs, no death threats... Continue Reading →
Sunday I allowed myself to be and do whatever arose in the moment. I noticed my power to create whatever I wanted and when I finished something simply sit and ask myself, “What do you want to create now?” I wait for the answer to arise without pressure. It’s nice to have a three-day break... Continue Reading →
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